#i think there was something else that i didn't put in here

[athenalvss]

WHO DID SHE DATE WITH? ( bruce wayne! )

summary: Batman had to stop a patrol for a meeting at the watchtower and the young Dick Grayson must wait there until his mother comes to get him, but something he heard once makes him start an investigation.

bruce wayne x wife! reader

open request - hot wife masterlist

They were patrolling the city when a call came from the Watchtower, so Batman had to take Robin there for a quick meeting with J'onn and Diana, but before leaving he left the boy a warning.

"Don't touch anything, don't bother anyone, your mother will come for you soon."

But Dick Grayson was a restless kid and too curious for his own good. He'd spent the last three minutes spinning around in a control chair, watching Barry and Hal talk and laugh. Why did he have to just sit there and not have a little fun with them? They looked funny.

But Bruce's words, "Don't touch anything, don't bother anyone, your mother will be here for you," were still on his mind, but it was too late; he was already breaking the second rule. Dick quietly slid out of his chair, walked over to them, and stood with his arms crossed. "Can I ask a question?"

Barry turned, still smiling. Hal raised an eyebrow. “Sure, little bat,” Hal said. “Do you want to know?”

Dick looked at them very seriously. "I want to know which member of the League my mom dated before she dated Bruce."

The silence was immediate.

Barry blinked. Hal choked on his coffee. Dick looked at them as if he'd asked about the weather.

"What... what did you say, champ?" Barry stammered.

"you heard right."

Hal and Barry exchanged a look of pure, shining curiosity.

“Is that… true?” Hal whispered.

"I've never heard of it," Barry said, leaning in as if Dick were revealing a state secret. "But now I need to know."

"Are you going to help me or not?" Dick, already a little tired, crossed his arms.

"Of course!" Hal responded immediately. "Anything for... the investigation..."

After a few long minutes of plotting the plan, it was finally put into motion. Hallway after hall, one by one, they began interrogating all available members.

Diana saw them coming from the hallway. “Hi, Dick,” she said with a sweet smile. “Are you behaving?”

Dick swallowed. “Yeah...well, technically no, but I'm doing some research.”

"Oh really?" Diana asked, interested.

Hal stepped forward. "Diana, this is for everyone's peace of mind. Do you know who Mrs. Wayne was with before Bruce?"

Diana gave a soft laugh, as if she'd just been asked for the recipe for immortality. "I know things..." she said enigmatically.

"Things?" the three exclaimed in unison.

"But its not my thing to tell."

"Diana, please!"

She winked and left without another word. Dick sighed a little in frustration. Obviously, Diana knew. They went out at least twice a week to spend time together, but his mother's confidant would never tell them anything.

The next person to be questioned was Aquaman, but he didn't turn out as well as they thought.

"Arthur. Did you ever go on a date with Bruce's wife?"

Arthur stopped talking to Mera and looked at them like they were talking prawns. "What? No! Of course not! I'm a married man."

"But before..."

"I'm still a decent man!" he exclaimed, crossing his arms in real offense.

Dick scribbled “Vehement denial, he was standing in front of his wife, he’d be a good suspect, but definitely not the mom type.”

“Who else is missing?” he asked quietly.

"Green Arrow isn't here today," Hal replied. "I think he was coming later."

"And I don't know if you want to include Plastic Man," Barry added, wincing. "But he'll probably say yes just to spite your dad."

Dick nodded thoughtfully.

"I think J'onn's" Barry said after counting on his fingers.

Dick looked at him expressionlessly. "Barry… really?"

Barry threw up his hands, offended, "Okay, okay, let's move on to the next one," Barry said, assuming his previous guess wasn't that smart.

The next person to be questioned was Superman, the man was sitting there in one of the chairs looking at his cup with a smile. "May I know what this little operation is up to?

Dick, Barry, and Hal stopped in front of him as if they were guilty in a trial.

"We're... solving a mystery," Dick replied seriously.

"We want to know which League member Bruce's wife dated before she was with him" Barry added, unfiltered.

Hal nodded solemnly, as if they were carrying on a noble cause.

Clark gave a short, relaxed laugh. He placed his cup on the table and looked at them with the calm expression of someone who's seen it all... and isn't impressed by anything. "All I can tell you..." he said calmly, "is that Bruce wasn't the first... but he was the last."

And with that, he picked up his cup again and stared off into space as if he'd just finished reading the end of a great novel. The three of them fell silent.

"What does that mean?" Hal muttered, confused.

"It means he didn't say anything," Barry complained. .

"It's a closing line to avoid getting into trouble," Dick said, arms crossed.

Frustrated, they walked away from the area. No more clues, no more answers. They returned to where they had started, near the checkpoint, and slumped into their chairs like defeated detectives.

Barry sighed. “I thought we were going to settle something today. What are we, the Uncertainty League?”

"We could have gotten more if we'd put more pressure on Diana," Hal said, annoyed.

"The worst part is, I'm even more confused than before," Dick muttered.

They were silent when the zeta tubes sounded, revealing that you and Oliver Queen were walking in together. Laughing, knowing, at ease, like two old friends sharing a joke from years ago. Oliver had the biggest smile on the planet. You gave him a gentle push on the arm as if he were remembering something only you two knew.

The three observers watched them pass, frozen. Dick narrowed his eyes. Barry opened his mouth slowly. Hal let out a soft, "No way..." voice.

And when you found Dick after looking around, you gave him a loving smile. "Hi, honey. Did you behave?" "

"Yes, Mom…" he replied, slowly lowering his notebook.

Oliver looked at them with a raised eyebrow, noticing the suspicious glances. "What's going on? Are you plotting against Batman?"

"No," they all said at the same time.

you watched them with a barely amused smile. "Are you ready to go, Dick?"

Dick stood up and walked toward you, but before leaving, he looked over his shoulder at Oliver. "Just so you know... if it was you, I'm going to find out."

Oliver stood still for half a second, then raised his hands with an innocent smile.

As mother and son walked down the hall, Hal and Barry slowly turned to Oliver. “It was you, wasn’t it?”

Oliver smiled. "A gentleman has no memory."

[starboye]

risky messages

you were the new hot thing on base, a young, attractive new recruit that got put with the one and only captain price as your new trainer and god did price take notice to your amazing body, the way it always looked like you body was calling for him just had him distracted all the time

which made it even harder to train you when all he could think about was bending you over this weight rack and marking up every part of you while keep ing you quiet with his tongue in your mouth, but he couldn't, i mean he was your captain and he was way to old for you, like a large age gap kinda old

but you didn't care about it, just shamelessly flirting your way around him, soon you even got his number, ot took him a little to figure put all the words you were saying but once he got a hold of it it was just to much for him, you sending him pictures of you after a workout where you're just a sweaty mess that he wants to have his own workout with

"you like the progress" the text said under the photo, he could just feel his cock jump in his pants at the thought of him fucking you in the gym while trying to stay hidden "fuckin' hell" he muttered to himself "you're really trying to get me in trouble" he texts you making you chuckle a bit "not their problem if they dont know" you type back and price has to put down his phone to keep himself grom texting something to risky

or when you'd send him 'accidental' pictures of you in bed, nothing but some underwear on that he always imagined taking off you with his teeth "oh shit sorry captain i meant to send that to someone else" you'd fake apologize "it's okay rookie just make sure you're more careful next time" he struggles to type back, he really wanted to invite you over to his room to fuck the night away but he still held back

but it was one day price and the team were running laps and he looked like he was getting a little tired, leaning down to take a breather just for you to stop next to him "what, old man price cant keep up with the rookies now" you tease him and that just gave him the lovely idea, taking you off to the bathroom and locking the door behind him, pressing you onto the wall and slipping his and yours pants down

wetting his tip to slip into you, you could feel it bulging in your stomach "mmmm fuck captain do you fuck often or are you a little rusty" you taunt even more making price slam his cock into you even harder, wrapping his arm around your neck, squeezing his bicep to trap you "say some more smart shit rookie, i dare you" he laughs at your moaning that anyone walking by would probably hear

"no... sir" you choke out, and price was a little happy to finally be fucking you after all those nights you teased him, sending those pictures of your ass and beautiful body to him, all those long nights of him fucking into his fist while imagining it was your hole instead, the real thing felt so much better though, the way you clenched around him everytime he dared to pull out

"desperate little slut huh, cock hungry and all" hos beard tickles the side of your neck as he whispers in your ear, just as things start to rise someone knocks on the door "why's the door locked" some soldier outside says "a little busy in here go use the bathroom somewhere else" price bellows from behind the door "whatever" the soldier complains walking off

looking back at you, a panic look all over your face "what, scared you're gonna get caught drooling all over the cock of your captain" price lays a couple hard smacks on your ass making you whimper and whine out but price silences by shoving his fingers into your lolling open mouth, you drooling all over his thick calloused fingers just made him even harder

and it wasn't a surprise when you came all over the bathroom wall with a muffles moan "cumming without even touching your dick wow, thats a new one for me" he laughs at the feeling of your weak legs shaking "fuck im gonna fill this tight ass up" price grunts slamming into you a little more before abruptly pulling out and cumming all over your ass

you whine at the feeling of not being full pf his cum but are shut up when he grabs your face to turn you towards him "you can get your reward tonight" he kisses you one more time before pulling his pants back up and walking towards the door "now hop too, i wanna see you back out there in five minutes" he adjusts his pants one more time before walking out the door

xoxo, starboye💋

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[writersblockiskillingme]

Player 222 | Seong Gi-hun

Pairing: Seong Gi-hun x fem!reader (member of Gi-hun's team!reader)

Summary: After surviving absolute hell, Gi-hun finally returns home, but this time, he's not alone.

Warning/s: SQUID GAME SEASON 3 SPOILERS!!, fluff, hurt/comfort and just a bit of angst (maybe?), mentions of blood, fighting, death and such, short-ish?, possible grammar and spelling mistakes

Request: "I saw you had requests open for Gi Hun and I had to jump in because the finale left me in a state 😩😩😩 Could I request some fix-it hcs of Gi-Hun returning home to reader after S3 with the baby?"

Author's note: Hi! I'm so sorry that this took so long but here it finally is! I truly hope that you enjoy!!

You were a member of Gi-hun's team for quite some time.

You were with him practically from the beginning back when he was hunting down the salesman.

Working with boss Kim made this possible.

You were one of his workers and once you heard that a man that boss Kim was after paid all of his debts willingly and once boss Kim started to work with him, you were automatically pulled along.

You spend most of your time at the pink moter or with Gi-hun at his car, monitoring the situation.

Mainly because you were the only woman on the team, plus you were like a daughter to boss Kim so he refused to put you in much more danger that it was necessary.

So after a lot of arguing you were left with no choice.

But after a while, something happened.

Something that neither Gi-hun nor you were expecting let alone were prepared for.

Neither of you were sure exactly when it happened.

Maybe it was somewhere between being introduced to each other and spending every moment together even when it wasn't needed.

Maybe somewhere along countless of empty cigarette packs on the back of Gi-hun's car and monitoring the train stations.

Maybe it even started the moment you met but couldn't be acknowledged because neither of you were ready just yet.

It was almost always unspoken.

Both of you were too busy with hunting down the man with ddakji to think about anything else let alone romance.

However both of you were hoping that once the games are finally brought down, you two could finally make the unspoken spoken.

You were always there for each other since the very beginning.

The moment you found yourself amidst the Russian Rullette between the salesman and Gi-hun just proved that.

Even though the salesman wanted you to participate, Gi-hun did everything in his power to save you from it.

"What is it? Are you two in love?"

Gi-hun's expression at salesman's taunting only proved that to him which he acknowledged with a wicked grin.

"How about this, if you loose, I'm taking her as my reward."

He didn't loose.

He knew he couldn't.

You two were almost arrested, too, once the detective walked in and saw a dead man on the couch.

However, you teamed up with him.

The news about boss Kim was a hard pill to swallow.

But you had to.

You had to because you had to help Gi-hun find the man behind the games.

You were outside of the club when you heard Gi-hun asking to be put back in the games.

You felt like screaming.

The worst thing was that you felt helpless.

You could do anything about it.

You could only listen and let it happen.

You couldn't stop it.

So when the detective went to the sea to find the island, he asked you to stay behind.

Someone had to stay at the motel and monitor the situation in the city.

With harsh circumstances, once again you had no choice.

The waiting was the worst part.

You felt like you were falling apart.

Like you were slowly destroying yourself.

You smoke more.

Some days you drank more than it was necessary.

You were overworking yourself.

Overwhelmed.

Always on your guard.

It got to the point where you would always carry a gun with you, even when you were doing something so simple like going to the store.

"I just hope they find you in time."

"I just hope you're still breathing."

"God, I just hope he's still alive"

Hope was all you had left at that moment.

However, after a week you were beginning to loose it.

The games are over.

Still no trace of Gi-Hun.

You were starting to loose the last thing you had.

But what you didn't expect was for someone to be at the motel at the moment you came back from the store down the street.

You were on high alert.

As you always were.

Bag left forgotten by the door in the hallway, a gun squeezed firmly in your hand so much so that your knuckles turned pure white.

You were slowly walking up the stairs until you reached your bedroom.

Well, Gi-hun's bedroom that you slept in ever since he returned to that cursed island.

The door was wide open.

And there he was.

Dark circles under his eyes, a cut on his cheek, bloody shirt.

But he was breathing.

He was alive.

And he was staring right back at you with a small, barely there smile on his face.

Dropping the gun on the floor and running into his arms, passionately kissing him was as easy as breathing.

"You-you're h-home!"

"You're alright."

What shocked you more was a sight of a small baby girl wrapped in two jackets looking at you curiously with her gorgeous big eyes, chubby cheeks on full display.

222

456

The last one was Gi-hun's number, you knew that because he told you that the first time he was in the games he had that number.

But 222?

He explained everything to you once you calmed down a bit.

He explained who her mother was.

How she died as he tried to save her after she begged him to save her baby.

How her father tried to kill her for the money.

How he saved her.

How they both won.

How they got away after the island was destroyed.

Finally he told you about the promise that he made to her mother.

A promise that from that day on both of you fiercely kept.

You both raised her as her own.

Filling her life with safety, laughter, joy and most importantly, love.

And even though there were days when both Gi-hun and you were in your own heads for too long, her laughter and the love you held for each other and your family always always brought you back.

One day she will know who her biological mother was.

One day she will know how brave she was, how much she sacrificed for her.

One day she will know how much she loved her, how much her grandma and auntie loved her.

One day she will know all of it.

One day she will understand or she won't.

That is entirely up to her.

But one thing is for sure.

Jun-hee will know how much loved she truly is.

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@ivanttier @shadow-tumbler

[nightplvmes]

birthday girl (zayne ver)

zayne one shot (love and deepspace) parties weren't your favorite thing. that's why, when Zayne told you you both could go, you never imagined that meant making what you wanted most for that day come true

⋆｡° | pairing : zayne x fem!reader • second person pov ⋆｡° | word count : 2.4k (2490) ⋆｡° | to see other versions of this special with other LI, see the tag here ⋆｡° | autor note : as you all can see, this is a special for the reader's birthday. you can save this and read it closer to your birthday. my plan is to do one shots of all the LIs, but someone requested this version first :) likes and reblogs are appreciated!! :) ★ masterlist here

Zayne knew you too well to know you were uncomfortable. You liked your birthday; it was a special day, after all, but you'd told him once before that you were an adult. You liked celebrating it privately, with a few special people, not with a big party and too much noise. Just like those moments.

One of your best friends had thrown you a surprise party, and from the second everyone jumped, shouting "surprise" Zayne knew you didn't want to be there because of the expression on your face. It was disappointment, then it turned into a fake smile. Something that had lasted all night.

"I have to do something. I'll be right back." Zayne pressed his lips against your forehead. You looked at him for a few seconds, and he saw that flash across your face: you didn't want to be alone because that meant people were going to start approaching you to talk, and you definitely didn't want that. But you didn't want to seem ungrateful either. You really appreciated the party, even if you didn't like being in crowds.

You nodded as you let go of Zayne's arms. He nodded before walking away from you, setting his glass aside in the process. You sighed, looking away at the other people there. One of your friends smiled at you and waved her hand in the distance, causing you to smile back in an attempt to be friendly. She signaled for you to come closer, so you put the glass you were holding aside and before starting to walk toward her, you turned to see where Zayne had gone.

Your smile faded when you noticed him approaching one of your friends. Addie, the one who had organized the party for you. You didn't want to be the type of person who got jealous over that kind of thing, but you couldn't help but feel that pressure in your chest when he leaned in to whisper something to her and a huge smile spread across Addie's face. You frowned, wondering what they were talking about and forced yourself to remember that Zayne wasn't like the others.

There was no way that was what you were really thinking.

You slumped onto the couch, feeling completely mentally exhausted. Socializing wasn't your favorite thing, but you had fun. You'd seen friends you hadn't seen in months, and even your family members were there. When it was one of your friends who was organizing the surprise party, they didn't always bother inviting family members.

Zayne took the seat next to you shortly after. You still felt that pressure in your chest, remembering what had happened about half an hour ago. Seeing him with that peaceful expression made you nervous. They'd gone to another room and after that, you hadn't seen anything else. You didn't know what they were doing and you didn't really want to think about it too much.

"Say goodbye to Addison." Your brow furrowed. Zayne's words had come out of his mouth without much thought, but he seemed completely serious, which made you feel even more confused.

"Why?"

"We're leaving now." You opened your mouth, confused. You wanted to say something, but the words wouldn't come out. There were too many questions in your mind and when he noticed, Zayne answered quickly. "I have a surprise for you, and that means we have to leave now."

"But the party…" He interrupted you.

"I already talked to Addison about that."

It took you more than a couple of seconds to realize what was happening. You stood still until your brain processed what he'd said, and you finally nodded, deciding you'd have him answer all your questions later. It didn't take you too long to do what he'd asked. You said goodbye to Addie, thanking her for the party, and also said goodbye to some people you met along the way. If you said goodbye to everyone at the party, you'd never finish.

You met up with Zayne again outside the house a few minutes later. You could still hear the music playing inside the house. Maybe they weren't having the biggest party of the century, but they were definitely having a little party you'd wanted to get out of from the moment you arrived.

"So that's why you talked to Addie?" you asked as you approached him. It was cold, but not cold enough to make you shiver.

You felt the weight lift from your chest when Zayne nodded, one of his arms wrapping around your hip to pull you closer. You couldn't help but feel guilty for even thinking something more was going on, even though you knew Zayne better than you'd ever known anyone.

"Yeah, she got really excited about the surprise. You have some very… enthusiastic friends." You couldn't help but laugh at Zayne's expression; you'd seen it on his face more than once. Your friends were way too extroverted compared to him, maybe too much because they often forgot that people liked personal space.

"So… where are we going?"

Zayne stopped right in front of the car. You raised an eyebrow, realizing they had to be going somewhere else if he'd headed to his car. You looked back at Zayne, who had a small smile on his face. You loved seeing him smile, but that told you everything you needed to know: it wasn't just going home; he had something else on his mind.

"Zaynieeee," you sighed, slumping back into the seat. "Aren't you going to tell me? Where are you going?" You'd spent the last few minutes trying to figure out where you two were going. You'd gotten in the car, and it didn't take long for Zayne to take an unfamiliar road, but it took you too long to figure out that you were going out of the city.

You realized you weren't going to get any more information out of him when he shook his head again and turned to look at you, but he quickly returned his gaze to the road. "Not yet, put on that sweater and change your shoes." Zayne gestured with his chin to the sweater he'd left on the dashboard and the shoes next to your feet, which were much more comfortable than the horrible heels you were currently wearing.

"A hint?" you asked as you picked up the sweater to start putting it on over your dress. It was Zayne's navy blue sweater. You loved it because it was too big for you and smelled like him. You couldn't help but realize he'd indirectly done it because he loved seeing you in his clothes, and you'd once mentioned how much you loved wearing his clothes.

"Well… I brought a change of clothes for tonight and another one for coming home tomorrow. So we're sleeping there." Zayne shifted his gaze back to you. One of his hands slid up your leg. You felt his cold fingers against your skin before he left a gentle squeeze and returned his gaze to the road.

You were going to sleep there. A quick thought crossed your mind about something you'd mentioned once before, but you forced yourself not to get your hopes up, even though excitement had begun to swell in your chest.

He remembered. Zayne remembered, and you didn't know why you were surprised, given that literally all those years of your relationship had only proven he was the type of man who memorized details about you. And yet, you felt like crying when you looked at the cabin in front of you.

At first, you'd been worried when you noticed Zayne had taken a different route, closer to the mountains, and all you could think was that the cold was getting worse at night and you were probably going to freeze to death. That thought was erased when he told you he'd brought something warm for you and turned on the heat. He also mentioned that the place they were going had heat because he didn't want to make his girlfriend freeze to death.

A few months ago, you'd talked about how always wanted to spend the night in a cabin and have breakfast there the next day. You'd started planning a little trip with Zayne for your birthday, but due to problems with his work, and problems with your own, they'd had to cancel the trip. That had made you sad for weeks. Zayne promised you could do something together afterward, but at that point, you didn't even have the energy to do anything else on your birthday.

But then Addie's surprise party came along, and you felt bad for wanting to leave.

But now you were there, in a beautiful cabin that had a little snow piled up on the sides, which made you think that tomorrow morning you were going to force Zayne to have an impromptu snowball fight before you left.

"Why… when…" you forced yourself to take a breath and gather your thoughts. Your heart was beating so hard you could hear it thundering in your ears, and you felt something inside you stir every time you wanted to speak. "When did you do this?" You turned to look at him. Zayne was carrying a duffel bag in one of his hands, which he set aside to wrap his arms around you.

You felt him pull you closer and you allowed yourself to melt into his grasp. "A week ago. I had booked another cabin closer, but you'd mentioned you liked the cold, and that was the point of it all." His fingers brushed your cheek. For some reason, Zayne's hands were rarely warm, and yet it was something you loved. You could lean into his touch all day long. "This one became available a few days ago. They called me because I'd already tried to book it."

You felt your heart melt. You couldn't believe he'd taken the time to do all that, and you hadn't even noticed. Not to mention he'd talked Addie into letting you out of the surprise party: Addie, the most stubborn person you'd ever met.

"You didn't have to do that," you murmured, kissing his cheek.

He shook his head, and you felt him take a step back, but before you could complain about the lack of his warmth, he quickly took your hand. "Come on, there's more."

Zayne picked up the duffel bag again with his free hand and led you to the cabin entrance. It took him about two minutes to find the cabin keys in his pocket and open the front door. The moment Zayne pushed the door, the smell of pine and wood filled you. It reminded you a bit of Christmas, even though it was still several months away.

You walked slowly into the cabin, looking around. You felt like the roof was too far away and it was more than you expected for just one night. You even wondered if there was a way to stay there for a couple more days. The interior of the cabin was warm; for a second, you thought you'd have to sleep while you shivered from the cold. "It's beautiful," you murmured. You heard Zayne drop the duffel bag, and seconds later, his arms wrapped around you again.

You felt your heart pounding, still struggling to process what was happening and the fact that Zayne had prepared all of this for you, and not just that, you hadn't even noticed. It had genuinely been a surprise, and perhaps one of the best all year. "There's something else," he repeated, making you remember what he had said minutes before when you were still in front of the cabin.

You turned to look at him, and Zayne took one of your hands again, giving it a light tug to make you walk beside him. Your footsteps echoed on the wooden floor, your gaze traveling all over the place as you both walked. There was a small smile on your face, though it didn't compare to the excitement you felt inside. It was nighttime and part of your birthday had already passed, but you were going to end the day just the way you had imagined… even if it was just for a second, you could be in your bubble with Zayne.

When you reached the dining room your eyes widened for two reasons: - the cabin was a little bigger than you thought. - there was a box on the edge of the table.

You didn't need to be the smartest person in the class to know it was a cake, a birthday cake of course.

"That's it…" He nodded. He lifted the box, revealing a beautiful cake with light blue hues and snowflakes on top. You let out an embarrassed giggle. You liked those kinds of decorations because you liked the cold, and it reminded you of Zayne's evol. Had he remembered that too? If the answer was yes, it wasn't going to surprise you anyway.

Zayne pulled a lighter out of his pocket, and it took him a couple of seconds to light the three candles on the edge of the cake. He let go of your hand so he could take the dessert with both hands and bring it closer to your face. For a second, you thought you just had to blow out the candles, but as soon as Zayne began to sing "Happy Birthday" softly, you felt a mixture of emotions coursing through your veins. You had to press your lips together to keep from letting out a nervous chuckle, which was actually a mixture of all the happiness you were feeling because Dr. Zayne never sang. And you liked his voice; it was deep but soft.

It was several seconds later when he cleared his throat, visibly embarrassed that he had sung. "Now you have to make your birthday wish."

You narrowed your eyes, trying to think of something. You didn't usually ask for anything on your birthdays, or when you did, they were so vague because you didn't expect them to actually come true. But that night, something came to mind. Your heart pounded when the thought came to you, and you closed your eyes for a few seconds, remembering it in your mind. You opened your eyes, and the light gust of wind that escaped your lips blew out the candles. Zayne smiled at the excitement on your face and finally set the dessert aside.

"Happy birthday," he murmured, placing a kiss on your forehead. Your arms wrapped around him, hugging him tightly, and he didn't hesitate for a second to do the same, pressing you against his chest.

You hadn't made a wish because you felt like you had everything you wanted thanks to Zayne. But you had wished for everything to stay the same. And for the first time, you wished with all your might that a birthday wish would come true.

[andromedicasphyxiate]

Omg story time you guys, this one time I was looking for summer apartments cuz my dorm lease was only till May, and I was bargaining with this guy on Facebook marketplace (or the apartment hunting page of my university at the time, idk) to lower the rent for me to sublease it (im Indian, im not paying full price if I can help it, SORRAH) and he was like I cant keep texting you, do you mind if we set up a phone call to talk about the rent and utilities and stuff? And I was like ok

So the next day I was on a bus going to Walmart (my FAV place in the WHOLE wide world, next to maybe Target lol) and it was kind of far from campus so it was a long bus ride. And then this dude I was trying to bargain with called me out of the blue. So I picked up the phone and he basically agreed with all my conditions (600 bucks a month for a one bedroom apartment, WITH all the utilities included, when the av3rage cost was like 900?!?!!?) But I didn't know how routers worked at the time, and he said I would have to get a router to connect to wifi and I panicked cuz what if I wasn't able to get the router to work? And I said I wouldn't be taking the apartment. But he was desperate to get it off his hands cuz he had just graduated, so he was like please think over it and call me back. So I said OK and we ended the call.

When I looked up, there was an African American aunty sitting on the sideways seat with her 2 grandkids right in front of me, looking at me with DEEP disgust, and before I could say anything, she was like "600 for a one bed and you're saying no for a router? You're stupid as hell" and I was like "no ma'am, im actually terrified that I won't be able to submit my assignments without wifi and what if something goes wrong? The apartment management will not be responsible and I don't have the money to call someone else to fix it" and she just laughed and told me that I could just look it up on YouTube, and that routers were actually really cheap on Amazon. Then she said "call him back and take the apartment" and I did.

And BOY was it one of the best decisions I ever made, it was a luxury apartment no less (by college standards, ok 😅) and I literally had such a blast living there.

Thank you so much aunty. I still think of you whenever I think of that summer 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰

That was actually one thing I really liked about living in a small college town, people would never hesitate to talk to each other!! (Remember that little anecdote I put on here about these dudes asking me for pizza from their car when I was walking on the sidewalk?? Well THAT happened in that town toooooo)

So yeah. Aunty was Cilian Murphy from this Pic that day and I was the trash that she was kind enough to clean out ahahhhaah 😂😂😂😭😭😭

[mikkies]

「 THE WINNER TAKES IT ALL, THE LOSER HAS TO FALL. 」

Guest 1337 x GN! Reader┆Shedletsky x GN! Reader┆Two Time x GN! Reader

warnings: uhh I think projection is a warning

notes: I didn't want to write for fuckass two time since he's winning the hottest poll with builderman but I gotta do what I gotta do. ANYWAYS ANGST, heavy angst or light idk.

☆ — GUEST 1337:

THE WOODS ARE quiet tonight. Quieter than usual. The kind of silence that presses in from all sides, thick like fog, humming with things left unsaid.

You’re inside the small wooden cabin you and Guest 1337 share. The fire is down to embers.

Your hands are raw from cleaning the mud off his vest.

He said nothing when he walked in—just dropped it on the floor, collapsed on the bed, and stared at the wall like he expected it to blink first.

“You’re back early,” you offer gently.

He doesn’t respond.

Just keeps rubbing his thumb against a stain on his pants that isn’t there.

“Are you hurt?” you ask, trying not to sound too concerned. He hates that.

He flinches, like your voice pulled him out of somewhere deeper than the forest. “No. Not really.”

You sit next to him on the bed.

His shoulders tense. You’re used to that.

You’ve learned to be quiet when it counts. He usually appreciates that.

But tonight feels different.

“You said something earlier,” he murmurs suddenly, staring into the dying fire. “About how the trees look like bones.”

You blink. “Yeah?”

He’s quiet again for a long moment. Then:

“Daisy used to say that. She’d look at the woods from our window, say they looked like a ribcage trying to trap the stars.”

You’re not sure what to say. You didn’t know her—not really.

You only know the way he gets distant when her name is mentioned. Like it conjures ghosts only he can see.

“I never told you that,” he says, and his voice is thick now. Not quite trembling—but close.

“I never told you anything about her. But you keep saying these things. Acting like her. Laughing like her. Even your handwriting…”

He trails off.

You feel something cold settle in your chest.

“I didn’t mean to,” you whisper.

“I know,” he says. “That’s the worst part.”

He turns toward you. For once, he looks. Really looks. And what you see in his eyes isn’t love—it’s grief. It’s desperation.

“I think I started loving you because I missed her,” he says.

“I thought if I looked at you long enough, maybe I’d forget her face. Or maybe I’d start seeing hers on yours.”

You look away, heart lurching.

“I thought maybe the Spectre put you here for me,” he continues. “Some kind of mercy. Someone to keep me from going completely hollow.”

You open your mouth, but your throat tightens. You feel like you’re going to choke.

“But it wasn’t mercy,” he says bitterly. “It was punishment. Because now I’m holding a good person hostage in a story that was never yours.”

He stands. Walks to the door.

“I’m sorry,” he says again. “For what it’s worth.”

Then he leaves, letting the door creak open behind him.

You stay there by the fire, surrounded by the ashes of someone else’s memory.

☆ — SHEDLETSKY:

SHEDLETSKY IS QUIET tonight.

Not “funny quiet” where he’s holding in a joke, waiting for the perfect moment to strike with some dumb pun or impression. Not “tired quiet” after a long run through the woods with your hand in his.

This is a silence that hurts.

You watch him from the corner of the room. He’s sitting on the floor, hoodie pulled over his head, hands buried in his hair, wings twitching in his back like they’re trying to pull free and fly off without him.

The air in the cabin is thick. Like something is rotting between the walls. Something neither of you want to name.

“You’re not eating,” you say.

He doesn’t reply.

“I made your favorite. Well, as close to it as I can get in this hellhole.”

Still nothing.

You crouch next to him, gently brushing one of the head-wings. It droops, like it recognizes you, but not enough to lean into your touch.

“You okay?”

He exhales shakily.

“You laughed earlier,” he says softly. “It sounded just like her.”

Your hand stills. “Who?”

“BrightEyes.”

You feel your blood run cold.

“I wasn’t gonna say anything,” he continues, voice far away.

“Thought if I didn’t say it out loud, it wouldn’t be real. That maybe you were her. Or something close enough.”

You open your mouth, but he keeps going.

“You’ve got her smile,” he whispers. “Her warmth. That stupid thing you do with your nose when you’re thinking too hard.”

“I didn’t know I did that,” you say, voice fragile.

“She did.”

He laughs, a sound that breaks in the middle.

“And I let myself believe—just for a moment—that maybe I got lucky. Maybe the Spectre gave me one last chance.”

Your heart cracks.

He pulls back his hood. His eyes are glassy, dark, and distant. “But you’re not her.”

You know this. Of course you know this. But hearing it out loud shatters something inside you.

“I keep looking for her in you. Every time I hold your hand, every time you say my name, I try to convince myself it’s her voice. I make jokes because she used to laugh at them. I kiss you and close my eyes so maybe I can pretend.”

You feel your hands curl into fists.

“I’m not a replacement,” you whisper.

“I know,” he says. “And that’s why I hate myself for what I’ve done to you.”

The cabin is too quiet now.

“I should’ve stopped it,” he says. “Should’ve let you go when I realized.”

“Then why didn’t you?”

He looks at you finally. “Because I was scared. Because every time I looked at you, I felt warm again. Alive. Like maybe I wasn’t sent here.”

You say nothing. There’s nothing to say that won’t sound like begging.

He stands, wings flexing once, then folding tightly against his body.

“You deserve someone who loves you. Not the echo of someone I can’t let go.”

“Shed…”

“I’m sorry.”

He walks toward the door.

You want to stop him. You want to scream. You want to cry until the night ends.

But there’s no dawn in this place.

Only darkness.

And two silhouettes—one that left, and one that was never truly seen.

☆ — TWO TIME:

IT WAS WEEKS before you found the photo.

Buried deep under the altar, folded in cloth soaked with dried candlewax and dark stains. 

The image was faded—Two Time, grinning, more human than you’d ever seen them, beside a boy with soft features and brighter eyes. 

His face had been gouged out with something sharp. Over the top, in black ink:

GLORY TO THE SPAWN.

You touched the torn edge. A chill ran down your spine.

They came back not long after. You were still holding it.

“Oh,” they said, softly. “You found it.”

You turned, photo still in your hand.

“This is Azure.”

It wasn’t a question.

They didn’t deny it.

They stepped forward, slow, like approaching something fragile. 

Their smile was sad now—gentler than you expected.

“I used to love him,” they said.

Silence stretched between you, thick and brittle.

“Why?” you asked.

They sat across from you, folding their hands. The dagger gleamed faintly in the firelight.

“He believed in me,” they said. “He believed in the Spawn like me. And he loved me enough to let me use him when the doctrine demanded sacrifice. He never begged. He just… looked at me. And smiled.”

You swallowed the lump in your throat.

“But you’re with me now,” you said. “You moved on.”

They looked at you like they didn’t understand the words.

“I didn’t move on,” they said, and the words sank like stones. “I found you.”

The silence turned sharp.

“You remind me of him,” they added. “Not just your voice or your eyes. But the way you hesitate before you speak. The way you ask questions even when you’re scared of the answers.”

Your blood ran cold.

“So that’s why you wanted me,” you said slowly. “Because I look like him.”

They didn’t deny it.

You stood up.

“That’s all I am to you. A shadow.”

“You’re more than that,” they said, quickly. “You’re his echo. His proof. The Spawn sent you to remind me that I’m on the right path.”

You stared at them, horror dawning like frost.

“I’m not a message from your god,” you said. “I’m not some ghost. I’m a person. And I loved you.”

They looked away, something bitter twisting their features.

“I know,” they whispered. “That’s why it worked.”

You felt your chest crack. “What worked?”

“This,” they gestured to you—your body, your pain. 

“The comfort. The feeling. The illusion that he never left.”

You backed away.

“You should’ve let me go,” you said. “You should’ve let him stay dead instead of pulling me into your grave.”

“I couldn’t,” they said. “Because when I’m with you, it’s like I never stabbed him. Like he forgave me. Like we’re still—”

“But we’re not!” you snapped. “I’m not him! I’m not his forgiveness!”

Their voice dropped to a whisper. “But you’re the closest I’ll ever get.”

You turned away.

They didn’t stop you.

You opened the door and stepped into the night—cold, still, endless.

Behind you, Two Time sat in silence, holding a torn photograph and the warmth of someone who never truly belonged to them.

And you left, knowing you were never loved.

Just remembered.

[mojifushiguro]

unforgettable ! e.yeager & a.arlert

"you're on your level too... tryna do what lovers do..." eren x black!fem x armin

warnings: smut, fingering, oral sex, cheating, language, drinking, smoking

part 6. this is part 5. next part here.

now, two weeks passed since you saw armin... and got back straight with eren.

it was like he was a brand new person. buying you more things, telling you where hes going and who hes with, y'know, the bare minimum according to him.

but for some odd reason, you couldn't shake the thought of armin.

maybe because you were tipsy right now, leaning against erens arm as he cracked jokes with the rest of the group, or If it was because of something else.

but whatever the reason was, you couldn't keep your eye off the boy.

ever since the second night you spent with him, not to mention the first, you haven't talked to him, but lord knows you wanted to.

but you have a boyfriend. who cares about whatever relationship they have going on, right?

you looked away from armin and back to your cup as you felt erens arm hold you closer.

"hell naw connie, tell em bout the girl you fucked last night!" ony laughed, making all the boys in the group laugh. sasha rolled her eyes with a frown, "dont nobody wanna hear bout that shit but y'all nasty asses."

jean nudged connies arm. "she mad 'cus niccolo cant beat it up right." he muttered, just enough for her to hear.

connie bursted into a fit of laughter, pointing at sasha as she held her middle finger up. "fuck you, jean. when's the last time you had pussy?"

as jean went quiet, everyone started to laugh again, him waving everyone off. "what fuckin ever." he snatched the blunt from connie and hit it, sitting back.

you shook your head, sighing and getting off of eren. "im goin to the bathroom, ill be back in a minute." you said, patting his shoulder as he watched you walk towards the stairs of the house, eventually losing you in the big crowd of people that danced around and drunk.

you made your way to the bathrooms, rolling your eyes as you pushed past everyone upstairs to make it there.

"just for a fuckin bathroom..." you mumbled to yourself, huffing and closing the door behind you.

you checked yourself in the mirror, fixing your hair and lashes.

you hopped on the counter and pulled out your phone, checking your socials. truth is, you didn't even wanna be at the party you were at. reason being it was boring, and you really only went to make sure eren didn't fuck around.

yeah, maybe he fucked you senseless and then bought you gifts and took you shopping, but what did that truly prove?

you didn't 100% believe him, I mean, its eren. as much as you wanted to, you didn't let yourself go out like that.

and you knew you were probably just another idiot to him and his friends, but if you didn't trust him 100%, you cant be too much of an idiot.

yeah, you wore the necklace–your dream necklace–he gave you the day after you had sex that one night, twirling the jewel between your fingers. you also looked at your freshly done nails and toes, softly kicking your feet off the counter, but you didn't trust him.

he probably does the same thing for his side bitches.

whatever, a knock on the door disturbed your thought process anyways. you glanced at the door and looked back at your phone. "occupied." you said, unbothered by the knocking.

until it became constant. you frowned, reaching over to the door as you stayed on the counter. you unlocked it and opened it, "didn't I say- oh?" your brows raised at the sight of armin.

"you aint even doin shit in here." armin shook his head, closing the door as he let himself in. he locked it behind him and leaned on the wall in front of you.

you were kind of at loss for words, putting your phone down beside you and resting your hands on both sides of you. "and that gave you a reason to disturb me."

armin hummed for a while before shrugging his shoulders, looking at his phone. "its boring down there."

you tilt your head. "and you think it aint gon be boring in here?" you questioned, making armin look up at you from his phone.

"nah. cus we got sum to talk about."

you already knew where this was going, and you honestly didn't have the energy to explain yourself. "you think I ghosted you?"

armin sucked in air through his teeth and stepped closer to you, putting his phone on top of yours. "what else would you call it?"

you shrugged. "contemplating."

"on?" he raised a brow.

you shifted, resting your body. "textin you."

"or?"

you looked up to the ceiling as if you were thinking before looking back at armin, up and down. "being loyal to my man."

armins brows raised again and he took a step back. "oh, Ian realize yall was back cool. from the awkward ass way you laid on him, seemed like it was just a act for the group." he held his hands up, making you laugh a little.

"what you want, armin?" you leaned forward just the slightest. armins tongue ran across his bottom lip slowly, but he just shrugged.

"you to want me."

you stayed quiet for a minute, examining his face. he did the same with you.

you held your hands out and he grabbed them. you pulled him in closer, and somehow, his hands found their way around your waist. then hips, then onto your thighs, massaging them softly.

"Ion know if I want you." you looked you at armin with your hands on his arms. he only looked at your lips, leaning down to nuzzle his head on your neck, planting soft kisses with a "hmm?"

your arms moved to his neck, wrapping around him as he pulled you closer. "like... I like you.” you let out a breath at the feeling of him softly suck your neck. "but I cant say I want you."

he listened to you, but he yearned for your body so bad for what felt like so long, he honestly didn't pay any attention to the words you said. not too much anyways.

"you know how much I missed you since we saw each other?" he kissed your neck again, pulling away to meet your eyes. you shook your head, looking deeply into his. "not as much as I missed you."

you felt his hands trail to the bottom of your dress, which was already riding up your thigh.

"you really think that?"

you broke eye contact with armin and looked at his chest. honestly, you thought he'd be mad at you for the sudden disappearance.

but he was such a calm person.

way different from eren.

"look." he whispered. you looked back up at him and he grabbed your face, kissing you on the lips. you couldn't help but kiss him back, moving your arms from around his neck and using your hands to softly tug at his belt buckle.

armin broke the kiss to look down at your hand, and back up at you.

you gave him those innocent, dollish eyes.

he could see right through you though, from the small moments you both had together, he knows what type of girl you are.

and he loved it.

so much that he didn't even wanna fuck you. so he moved your hand, intertwining your fingers together and raising your dress just to your lower stomach.

"you always got the prettiest underwear on." he moved you back to where your back was against the mirror.

you giggled at his statement, causing him to smile.

armin let go of your hand and put his hands on the back of both of your knees, raising and spreading your legs so that your feet were on the edge of the counter.

"so pretty." he muttered, grabbing at your panties and raising them up your thighs and down your legs. he tucked them in the side of his pants to avoid having to sit them on the counter, and leaned towards you, giving you a quick kiss before making his way back down between your legs.

you didn't even say anything. you didn't know what to say. everything was happening so slowly but so quick.

armin licked his lips, spreading your thighs apart a little more before leaning down, dragging his tongue up your slit.

you let out a soft breath, heart racing. but for what?

he put all his focus on pleasuring you, softly gripping at your thighs as he glided his tongue in small O's on your clit.

you bit your lip, brows furrowed. you missed armin more than anything you could think about, if you could even think about anything in that moment.

as he moved his hand from your thigh to your clit, he pulled away.

his eyes were fixed on your pussy, using his thumb to coat it with your slick, if not only his saliva.

he slipped his middle finger smoothly in, causing you to arch your back with a twitch of your legs. "armin..."

"I know." he whispered, gliding his tongue softly around your clit again, slipping his ring finger again with his middle finger.

he softly sucked at your clit, transitioning from licking and sucking every now and then. your soft moans were like music to his ears, and he'd been waiting for that moment since you last fucked.

armins eyes flicked up to you as your hands tangled in his hair, one of his eyes thinning from the grip you had. but he didn't stop you. oh, he would never.

you looked down into his eyes, biting your lip to suppress as many moans as you could. but when his fingers started to curl and hit your sweet spot quicker than it did before, you couldn't help yourself.

"armin... fuck, armin.." your thighs tightened around his face, and he closed his eyes. you did too, resting your head back against the mirror as you reached your climax.

the warmth and flicks of his tongue didn't make it any better as you let his head go and gripped the counter, your whole body twitching and your legs opening and closing as you throbbed uncontrollably against his mouth.

armin pulled away, watching your face as you breathed heavily, eyes opening just to look at him.

armin gave one more kiss to your clit before pulling your panties out of the side of his pants and helping you put them back on. you stayed quiet as he helped you off the counter and fixed your dress for you.

you only looked at him, taking in his features.

his hair was messier from your hands, and his lips glistened the slightest from his tongue licking them.

as armin looked from your dress back to you, his head tilt a little.

"what's wrong?"

nothing. nothing at all.

you looked away from armin and shook your head, getting back on the counter, exhaling.

"nothing."

armin scanned your face for a few seconds, noticing how you looked away from him. "you know im not mad at you. you got a boyfriend, dont think I blame you." he ran his hand up and down your thigh.

you looked at armin. you didn't say anything, but he could tell from your eyes, you were reassured from his words.

armin tried to keep from the temptation, but he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you closer as his chin rested on your shoulder. he looked at himself in the mirror.

he knows hes wrong for doing what he did and what hes doing, but god, you're all hes ever wanted in a girl.

you felt his soft breaths down your shoulder as you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him into your embrace.

you closed tour eyes, his scent, his warmth, you haven't felt it in what seems like so long.

you hated yourself for thinking it, but in that moment, armin was exactly how you wanted eren to be. he was caring, and especially sentimental.

its not that eren didn't care about you, or didn't have feelings, but it seemed like whenever he reassured you about something, like the cheating situation, he was forcing it in fear that you'd leave him.

and the fucking right after just proves your point more.

"ion wanna leave you right now." armin sighed, pulling away, but surely keeping your hand in his. you held one of his with both of yours and looked at his phone. "but we been here for some minutes. you can go first, ima be back later on."

you pushed yourself off the counter, turning to look in the mirror.

armin put his hands in his pants pocket, looking at the way you fixed yourself through the mirror. a small, quick smile tugged at the corner of his lips as you fixed your dress once again.

you then turned to face him, smiling softly. you didn't say a word, but when you cupped his face and gave him a kiss, thats all he needed.

because believe it or not, you flustered him more than anything.

with his hands still In his pockets, he watched as you exited the bathroom, and as the door clicked, he exhaled, turning to the mirror and taking his hands from his pockets to fix his hair.

as you sat back down beside eren, he flung his arm around you.

"damn what took so long?" he pulled you closer to him, planting a kiss on your cheek.

you gave eren a smile and playfully wiped his kiss. "I was distracted on my phone." you crossed your legs towards him.

eren looked at you for a few seconds before focusing back on his phone.

a few minutes later, armin came back downstairs, wiping his hands on his shirt. eren looked up at him from his phone, "where you been?"

connie looked at armin, smirking. "prolly gettin pussy." he said, making everyone laugh. armin shook his head, sitting down and grabbing one of his drinks, sipping from it.

you only looked down at your phone, avoiding any eye contact with armin.

connie looked at you and then armin, and then eren, who looked directly at armin. seemingly confused, he then looked at connie, who looked down as soon as they locked eyes.

"fuck?" eren whispered under his breath. with the sound of jean and ony chattering, along with sashas laughter, you could barely hear what he said. but before you could ask, sasha grabbed your hand, standing you up.

"y/n and mikasa, wanna go drink?" she said, widening her eyes at mikasa a little.

mikasa stood up and sasha grabbed her hand, dragging both of you to the kitchen, where mostly all the drinks were.

when she finally made it, she let you both go, leaning against the counter no one was near before turning on her heels towards you.

"okay. what happened?"

you knew what she was referring to, and you reached in one of the coolers to grab a drink. "we aint do nothing, he just... ate it." you mumbled casually with a shrug.

"okay. lemme tell you now, as soon as armin left after you, eren looked suspicious as hell." mikasa said in a warning tone. sasha nodded along quickly. "girl yes, like it might just be cus he drunk, but he had that 'what the fuck?' face."

your head went back and forth to and from both of them as they frantically described the expression eren had, you quickly waved your hands, sitting your drink on the counter.

"wait, wait, wait. so he was confused." you tilt your head towards them and they both nodded. you hummed, looking at the floor to think.

while sasha and mikasa watched you twist at your necklace and stare at the floor, you suddenly heard erens name on the left of you, causing your head to snap up. so faint, you weren't sure it was his name, until someone said "eren yeager?"

that ultimately caught mikasa and sashas attention, causing them to scan the kitchen for whoever said it.

there she was. a girl with blonde hair, around a group of her friends.

"yeah, eren yeager. over there." you saw her point erens way.

"you goin over there?" one of her tall friends with brown hair asked. "dont he got a girlfriend?"

you looked at the girl as best as you could, due to all the passers by and people blocking your view, you could barely see her face. but, when you finally did, you knew exactly who she was.

"bitch, is that historia?" mikasa squinted.

the girl then smiled at her friend, shrugging her shoulders and pulling out her phone to fix her hair. "you don't think I know that? now move." she giggled as she playfully pushed her friend out the way and started walking towards where eren sat.

you felt like your eyes were deceiving you. like your mind played tricks on you, but it couldn't be because mikasa and sasha slowly turned their heads back towards you, just as you did them.

"no way we just witnessed that shit." sasha turned with her hand on her hip, watching as historia went over to eren, standing behind the couch he sat on.

a part of you wanted to go over there, just to see what she'd do, and what the fuck they had going on if they had anything.

another part of you just wanted to watch. cross your arms, lean back on the counter and watch what his reaction would be when she went towards him.

because not only was she someone who got around with boys, and a lot of boys.

she was eren's ex.

you watched her quietly, your head tilting and moving different ways from everyone that blocked your view every now and then.

she went over there just as happy, cheesing and smiling, touching his arm, a bunch of flirting shit. and he was letting it happen. you didn't know what she was saying, but you saw the rest of the group looking around, you'd assume they were trying to make sure you weren't around.

though, you didn't wanna assume anything.

surely eren cant be flirting back.

you thought that, before you saw him stand up and start to walk towards the stairs.

she followed right behind him.

you don't trust him. you told yourself that. so why's your heart pounding? mikasa and sasha, who watched the whole thing, looked back towards you.

"you gotta step up." mikasa shook her head in disappointment, looking at the expression on your face.

you loved eren, truly. but he was such a bitch, and he wasn't good for you. you're not stupid, you know this. so why sit there and let what just happened happen?

the only person you could think about when mikasa said what she said, was armin.

"so what you want me to do?" you looked at her. "I cheated first."

mikasa rolled her eyes and looked to the side before looking back at you. "girl dont be fuckin stupid. you don't gotta take shit from eren."

sasha watched as mikasa mildly scolded you. you looked at sasha, then back at mikasa. "so, what?"

mikasa gave you an 'are you serious?' type of look.

"break up with em."

[dreamerimpossible]

Creepypastas Kinks

I'm on vacation. I'm back worse than before; I haven't improved at all these months. This post proves it. This content is intended ONLY for those over 18 years of age. If you're younger, please don't read it, as it contains dark content.

Warnings: +18 content, dark content, manipulation, obsession, VERY unhealthy relationships.

Characters: Jeff the Killer, Masky, Hoodie, Laughing Jack, Ticci Toby

Jeff The Killer

Angry sex/hatefucking: Does it surprise you? Probably not. It doesn't matter if he's mad at you or a little annoyed, even if he hates you, he'll always take his frustrations out that way. For him, sex is about control and humiliation. So, whether you're his partner, his ally, or his enemy, it doesn't matter. If he's mad at you, he'll take you and fuck you. The situation will be very toxic, like everything else related to him, but we like that shit around here.

Dirty talk: He'll talk dirty to you, that's for sure. I doubt he'll ever utter a compliment to you, no matter how hot you are. He'll objectify you, insult you, and say things that will embarrass you, but will turn you on. I think "whore" might be the softest thing he could say to you. Sometimes he'll come up behind you and whisper to you, "Do your job and follow me." It's humiliating, his dirty talk is degrading, and it can leave you in a bad light in front of others. Ideal for those who like that kind of dynamic.

Jealousy: Uh… yeah. He won't accept you looking at other people, much less approaching them. He has a big ego; he needs you to pump it up all the time. So being around that harmless guy won't end well. Aside from hurting him (or worse), you'll have sex where he tells you over and over again not to be a whore and to respect him, even if you've only spoken minimally to someone else. He's very jealous and will take it out with violence and sex.

*Bonus: Knife Play, no doubt. It was too obvious, so I didn't include it in the main kinks to include others. But yeah, imagine he does all of the above with a knife. Depending on how he sees you, he might or might not make a lot of cuts. If he sees you as pure or even a little innocent, he'll write his name on your thigh or buttock with his knife and do nothing else. Because if you ever decide to cheat on him, he wants others to see you as naive, but to humiliate you or leave when they see the scar of an unknown man's name on your skin. He's sleazy, but we already knew that. If he doesn't see you as innocent, you could have multiple cuts on your body.

Masky

Car sex: If you're not a proxy like him, he won't see you as an equal, so he'll treat you like a sex slave or something (not literally, but you get the idea). So at random times of the day, when he's really stressed, he'll throw you over his shoulder, rip your clothes off, put you in the backseat or on the hood, and just fuck you, just like that, no questions asked. He might take you on minor missions (only if they're not that important), and if all goes well, he'll let you ride him aggressively in the driver's seat. You'll like to please him, as it might put him in a better mood…or not, it doesn't matter; either way, this man is hot when he's angry.

Degradation: Worse than Jeff, he'll tell you you're nothing without his protection, that if he gets bored of your body, he'll abandon you, that your existence serves no purpose other than spreading your legs or bending you over. He'll bring you clothes only to rip them off and tell you this is how he truly likes to see you…vulnerable and ready for him. He'll think he owns you and let you know it, nibbling at your body and telling you no one should touch Masky's whore. He'll treat you like an extension of himself. He'll make you so good to him that it'll be hard for him to even think about abandoning you.

Overstimulation: He gets worse when he's upset (which could be frequent if he's going through a tough time). When he's in a bad mood and wants to see you suffer, he'll spend hours between your legs, his tongue working nonstop. He'll laugh at your tears and your pleasure. He likes to think that it hurts you too, having him so close, but that it's difficult and impossible to escape him, so you get used to it and give him a twisted affection. Exactly how he makes you feel after overstimulation: numb, aching, and desired.

Hoodie

There are so many great analyses of Hoodie, I really can't choose any. They're all accurate and good. But in my headcanon, I have him as a brash, manipulative, and twisted man. I think he's so clever he'd have you eating out of the palm of his hand. I think these kinks define a bit of what I see in him.

Hunter/Prey: He'd like this game. Chasing you through the woods and finding you every time would make him so hard under his pants. He'd tell you to play dirty, to try to escape, even though he knows you want to be caught. He wants you to at least pretend you want to run away from him, because when he catches you, he'll win you over again. He likes to fuck you while you're face down in the ground. He wants you to scream, to grunt, to pretend to ask for help, because he knows you don't want anyone to help you and you're in his net until he tires.

Shower sex: A little unexpected, I know, but let me explain. I doubt he'll let you shower alone since you'd be wasting water and you wouldn't be a proxy, so it's not fair for you to take advantage of him (something Hoodie would tell you to get you to agree). So you'll shower with him the whole time, and he'll know how to keep you wrapped around his finger. He'll bend down and lick your private parts as if it were part of his routine. Little by little, he'll insert his fingers and you won't be able to suppress or fake your moans. He'll give you such good orgasms in the shower that you'll think you're in love with him. He wants you to be his perfect whore, he wants Masky to fantasize about getting those moans out of you, so he'll want you to moan loud.

Corruption: A must. No matter how tough or brave you are, if you're not in his world, you're a victim to be corrupted. He'll make you fantasize about being fucked by Masky and Toby at the same time without even suggesting the idea, and then he'll make you feel guilty for even thinking it. He'll make you feel like you have him in your hands so you can whisper dirty and dangerous thoughts in his ear when he's on top of you. He likes it when you break down a little for him.

*Bonus: Voyeurism, obviously. He'll start watching you without knowing why. You'll make him curious, too curious. To the point of obsession. He'll see everything: when you moan, cry, laugh. Everything. He'll know everything about you and he'll record it all. He'll have his camera full of your everyday behaviors… until he gets bored of them, takes you, and replaces them with sexual positions of you, videos of you kneeling with your mouth open receiving his cum, and you begging him to fuck you. Sexual videos and photos that will make sure you never leave him because you'll no longer be seen as the same person in your circle.

Laughing Jack

Consensual non-consent (CNC): He just pretends you don't want to. Seriously, he likes it, it turns him on. He finds pleasure in literally and figuratively breaking someone. And if you fulfill that fantasy, he'll do everything you want (but then he'll manipulate you with it so you don't let him). It's twisted, but you'll never see him so wild.

Submissive: This is the best thing you could do. Give him submission, both sexual and real. You'll have him in the palm of your hand; he likes it a lot. He doesn't want you to say no, he doesn't want limits, he doesn't want you to see him as someone else. He wants to be your owner, your real owner. He wants to pick out your clothes, he wants you to treat him the way he wants, and if you ask him for something with those conditions, he won't want to say no. Just say it gently, as if you need it, and maybe he'll break you more slowly.

Erotic dance: Go for it. He's a man who enjoys a good show. It doesn't matter if it's perfect as long as you maintain your submissive persona. Just move a little, look at him with lustful eyes, and kneel when you're done. He'll applaud you gracefully and with one movement, he'll lift you onto his lap. He'll be a little wild; if you dance with clothes on, he won't like it and will rip them off. He'll enjoy it more if you're not wearing anything.

Ticci Toby

Body Worship: It would be mutual, I think. But his intentions aren't good; he wants you to understand that he's the only one who sees you that way. He'll adore you, and while everything he tells you might be true, he'll exaggerate it so you feel in control and never have to think about the messed-up shit you're in. He'll be so good that no one will ever compliment your body like that, and he'll convince you that no one else will, because no one has ever had you like he has.

Praise Kink: Praise him, really. It's the only way to have any control. But be careful, because if you do it in a moment of self-loathing, it could backfire. As long as he doesn't know you might be overdoing it, he'll swallow it all. Your every word. When you fight, he might call you a liar and a creep, but he'll want you to praise him like you do on hot nights. It would be dangerous, but you'd like it.

Fear Kink: He wants to be in control. He doesn't want to be abandoned. He'll like it when you're scared of him, because it means he could take you even if one day you realize how messed up he is. As long as you're with him, he'll never hurt you, but he'll always like to know that you're a little afraid of him. He wants you to kneel and beg for his forgiveness, to ask for something only he can give you and grovel.

[screamlet]

8 or 29 for the cuddle prompts please? 👀

hahaha did someone say angst!!!!!!!! i did!!!!!!! it's me!!!!!!!!!! cuddling reluctantly (8) and last cuddle (29). 800ish words of buck and tommy at the end of the world.

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It's weird to know, definitively, that it's his last day on earth.

Over the years, Tommy's been put through more than anyone's fair share of near-death experiences. Still, even when it was bad bad, there was always that flicker of hope that said, no, not yet, we might get out of this, this isn't the end. He had been 99% sure that he was going to die and that 1% won out again and again.

Not today, though.

He parks his truck where he and Evan had jokingly called their spot: about an hour outside the city, a couple of winding turns brought them to a small bluff that faced west to the ocean. They had gone hiking exactly twice in the six months they were together and that was enough, apparently, to make this their spot.

Evan's already there and he looks like he's been crying. Maybe Tommy does, too. God knows he had been crying on the drive up, and he had every day, randomly, for weeks. Ever since everyone earth was sure, absolutely sure, that there was no avoiding the massive meteor in the sky. It would hit the Pacific by dawn, maybe earlier.

At least they'll go first. That's what has him tear up again as he opens the truck bed and goes into the cab to grab blankets, pillows, beers, coolers, everything else he brought. He brought too much and not enough—he'd never had to think before about what he would need for the end, the end of the world.

Evan unloads the Jeep and brings things over to the truck bed: more alcohol, more blankets to lie on and keep warm, a bluetooth speaker, everything they might need for the end of the world, including a small portable grill for a quick barbecue-for-two under the eerie light of the meteor.

"I'll get the grill going," Tommy offers as they rush together, holding and gripping each other so tight. They break apart long enough to kiss, then break apart again when they start to cry.

"Why me?" Tommy presses his forehead to Evan's and rubs his hands down his arms. His eyes are shut so tight because right now, he can't actually look at the last person he's going to see alive. "You have—"

"It'll kill me," Evan chokes out. "To be with Maddie and everyone, and the kids, and know there's nothing I can do to save them. You—" Evan laughs suddenly. "You don't mind, right? That we can't save each other."

Tommy feels hysterical as he laughs through his tears, but he can't help it. "Yeah, I'm here. And everyone—we're up here all alone, and they're gonna be just fine, right?" Evan sobs as he nods. "And you and me—"

"I'm so glad you didn't have plans." Evan's laughing, too, because now there's nothing left to do but grill some burgers and hot dogs, drink some beer, and laugh at all this.

They let each other go with another fierce kiss, the only sign of their fervent, desperate sadness. "Yeah, get the grill going, I'm gonna find some music," Evan says. "Spotify has to have a playlist for this, right?"

"Search for sad gay barbecue at the end of the world," Tommy replies.

He looks over his shoulder and sees Evan changing into one of his, Tommy's, hoodies that he'd thrown on the truck bed. Evan looks at him, caught, and just shrugs.

"You'll get the real thing," Tommy says. "Promise. We're gonna hold each other so tight."

Evan looks away, his chest shaking, then turns around holding another hoodie. "Brought one of mine, too. I bought an oversized one so it'd—it'd actually fit you."

"Thanks," Tommy says. "The one I stole looked too ridiculous to wear so I just. Kept it around."

"You could've kept me around," Evan says.

"Yeah, I could have. I'm sorry." Tommy tears up again. "Evan, I never thought I'd have this."

"What?"

Tommy laughs while something in his heart howls for more time, more this, more time. "We're gonna spend the rest of our lives together. That's something, isn't it?"

Evan rolls his eyes in response, but the grin reaches his eyes, the one that crinkles at the corners when he can't help be charmed by Tommy. He didn't have enough time to see Evan smile like that, but then again it's hard to imagine that he could ever have enough.

Evan joins him at the grill with two beers and clinks their bottles together. When their eyes meet, the meteor's glow makes Evan's eyes look even more otherworldly. Haunting, beautiful, and the last thing he'll ever see in his life.

"I'm glad it's you," Evan says.

"Me too," Tommy replies. "Lucky us."

Evan kisses him again, his hand gentle on the nape of Tommy's neck. Of all the ways they have to die, Tommy thinks, then stops that thought. They're not gone yet.

[luvvixu]

messy / s. gojo

smells like teenage romance in here

people believed that teenage love was something else.

the sound of squeaky shoes echoed through the walls of the gymnasium where shouts followed by another, it was sure that the students had gathered today to fulfill their task on physical education.

"i need to go to the bathroom." suguru suddenly excused himself, you know, bathroom break. while satoru also goes to the bathroom because he needs to see his reflection, really. and just like that, they dropped the ball and let it roll somewhere while yaga-sensei screamed at them to at least put the basketball ball somewhere just not scattered on the floor.

everyone, not everyone tho—just suguru, shoko, satoru, and you. the second year quadruplets of jujutsu tech, always sticks together like a slime on nanami's hair when satoru was in the mood to do some shit just to prove something to suguru.

(nanami's hair was fine now since gojo paid for his little trip to the salon to fix his gruesome artwork. no one could ever imagine how breath of relief that was. because if that didn't get fixed properly, he's gonna be bald and be almost identical to an egg.)

"i'm really craving for some takoyakis today. wanna go out after class?" shoko stands beside you as you're stretching for the upcoming physical test that's minutes away.

"sure. i've got nothing to do anyway this afternoon." you replied as you recall your schedule. shoko mumbled nice before stretching with you too.

looking around, you saw suguru and satoru's figure slowly approaching the gym when someone called your name behind your back.

"y/n, do you mind fetching more props for the obstacle courses?" yaga-sensei tore your attention away from the two males.

"oh, of course!" you excused yourself both from your sensei and friend. you also came across the duo who you're just staring about earlier. greeting them with a small hello and they replied back and just like that, you already left their vision.

it's not like you held no friendship between those two. it's just your treatment you gave to the males are different from the females, to be exact, you're more close to shoko than these two.

if satoru and suguru are labeled as the strongest duo, then you and shoko are labeled as the sassiest duo. with shoko's straightforward remarks and your almost permanent deadass expression, these two could create the foundation of mean girls in jujutsu society.

back to your direction, as you were silently walking along the quiet pavement towards the equipment room just not far from the gym, you heard a rumble of shoes coming towards your direction.

looking behind you, you saw, “gojo?”

“yaga asked me to accompany you.” he said as he walked beside you with his infamous coy smile.

“sure.” you just mumbled as the two of you eventually reached the equipment room.

as you and gojo started to grab and carry the props back to the gymnasium, gojo couldn't help but to look at you, who was three steps behind you. his mind wandered on how your ponytailed hair looks so good when it dances in the air or how the soft summer atmosphere made you look fresh. you look good.

but then, gojo's track stopped when he realized something. what he's picturing you right now is like a straight up teenage romance that he once read in mangas. you know, those sparkly point of views of the protagonist on a big panel. but this one, this is a 3d version of those moments.

satoru was in full of awe that he didn't realize that you're already looking at him with a side eye, your brow arching in clear quizzical. you actually asked him a question about the possible exam you had today in your class, only to find out that he's been staring at you behind those opaque glasses of his.

“huh?”

“are you okay?”

“oh yeah, what were you saying again?”

“i said,” you huffed softly, rebalancing the cones in your arms, “do you think our history teacher gonna pull that pop quiz today? or is he bluffing again?”

“ah,” satoru finally caught up with the real world, his usual cheeky grin crawling back to his face like a reflex. “you know, he looks like the kind of guy who eats expired yogurt just to prove a point. i wouldn’t put it past him.”

you blinked, letting a flat look rest on your face. “that didn’t answer my question.”

“right,” he laughed sheepishly, adjusting the mats slung on his shoulder. “nah, i think he’s bluffing. or hoping we studied just in case. well, too bad for him cause we didn't.”

you merely nodded, eyes forward, not noticing the way his gaze still lingered—just for a second longer than it should.

there was a pause in the conversation, filled only by the sound of your shoes scuffing against the pavement and the distant echo of basketballs being dribbled in the gym. it wasn’t awkward—just quiet. comfortable, even.

“you know,” gojo spoke again, his tone suddenly a little softer, “you don’t talk to us much.”

“what?”

“me and suguru,” he clarified. “you’re always with shoko. not that i’m jealous or anything—”

“sounds like you are,” you deadpanned without looking at him.

he laughed again, louder this time. “okay, maybe a tiny bit.”

you sighed, setting down the props near the entrance of the gym and finally turning to face him. “it’s not like i hate you or anything.”

“well, that’s a relief.”

“you just… act like walking chaos most of the time. and suguru’s cool, but he’s always caught up in your antics. i like peace. shoko gives me that.”

“ouch. am i that chaotic to you?”

you tilted your head at him, “you put a wig on nanami and pretended he was a substitute teacher for twenty minutes.”

satoru grinned with pride. “he was a very convincing ‘miss nami.’”

“my point exactly.”

he shrugged. “guess i just want to get to know you a little more. y’know, beyond the deadpan sarcasm and killer comebacks.”

you looked at him for a beat longer than usual, eyes narrowing just slightly. “you’re not trying to pull some prank on me, are you?”

“what? no! i mean—unless you count me accidentally falling for you as a prank.”

there was a pause.

“…excuse me?”

he blinked, then his face contorted in horror. “i mean—no. not like that! i didn’t mean to say it like that—i mean, i did, but not now—i was planning to say that maybe during a festival or something, you know? fireworks? good food? not while we’re hauling traffic cones like unpaid interns—”

you snorted—actually snorted—and he froze.

“you’re unbelievable,” you muttered, picking up the last of the props.

“but charming, right?”

you didn’t answer. just started walking back inside. gojo followed after you, grinning to himself, but he didn’t miss the way your ponytail swayed a little differently now.

gojo jogged a little to catch up, swinging a stray cone in his hand as if it were a sword. “sooo… no reaction to my confession?”

you didn’t look at him, but your ears were definitely pink.

“it wasn’t a confession,” you said coolly. “it was a verbal accident.”

he gasped dramatically, “you wound me, y/n. truly. i bared my teenage soul and you call it an accident?”

you paused in front of the gym doors, casting him a sideways glance. “you also once bared your ass in front of the entire cafeteria because you lost a bet to suguru.”

he pointed a finger at you. “okay, that was a character development.”

you rolled your eyes and pushed open the door, letting the warm gym air and the sound of yaga yelling at someone—probably suguru—spill out.

as you both stepped in, shoko caught sight of you from across the court and raised a brow. she mouthed “did he say it?” and you blinked at her, your face blank but your eye twitch giving you away.

suguru leaned beside her, arms crossed. “what’s with those two?”

shoko just smirked. “the universe finally shifted once again. gojo said something real and y/n didn’t leave immediately.”

“miracle,” suguru nodded. “mark the calendar.”

you ignored them both as you set the props down by the obstacle course area. but you could feel satoru’s presence next to you—warm, close, obnoxiously tall.

“hey,” he whispered, nudging you with his elbow, “what if we got paired up for the team race later?”

“we won’t. you’re not serious enough for me.”

he clutched his chest like you shot an arrow through it. “again with the slander. why do you always assume i’m unserious?”

“because last week during dodgeball, you shouted ‘witness me!’ and ran headfirst into five people.”

“and i survived,” he said proudly. “like a hero.”

“you tripped over a cone and faceplanted into the mat.”

“a noble faceplant.”

you shook your head, but your lips twitched a little.

gojo caught it. and he looked like he just discovered a new cursed technique called y/n smiling.

“you should do that more,” he said, voice softer now.

you looked up. “what?”

“smile,” he said. “you look like those girls in the anime posters suguru used to hoard.”

“hey,” suguru shouted from across the gym. “i heard that!”

but gojo didn’t flinch. he was still looking at you, less playful now, eyes gleaming behind his glasses.

“i wasn’t kidding earlier,” he said, suddenly serious again. “about the whole… liking you thing.”

you blinked.

“even if it came out like a joke,” he added, scratching the back of his neck. “i kinda do. like you.”

you studied him—messy white hair, dorky grin, those glasses that couldn’t even hide the sincerity behind them. your deadpan softened. just a little.

“you don’t even know me.”

“yet,” he said quickly. “but i want to.”

there it was. yet. like a door not slammed shut, but left a little open.

“…we’ll see,” you said quietly, already picking up the clipboard for your task.

gojo stared for a moment, then grinned wide, like a little kid handed candy on a festival night.

“we’ll see,” he repeated under his breath, like it was the best thing he’s heard all day.

teenage love was messy, awkward, filled with failed dodgeball dives and half-meant confessions…

…but damn, it was also kind of magical.

more teenage!gojo romance

a/n: AAAA THIS FIC HAS BEEN SITTING IN MY DRAFT FOR A YEAR!!! and thank god im craving for some gojo teenage romance so here's my own version of it.

©luvvixu2025

[princeoftheeternalbog]

I went out a few nights ago and for some reason accepted?? free sweets??? from some random person in the bathroom???😀 so anyways here's op characters reacting to you being a reckless/idiotic drunk.

I feel like some are a bit out of character but also this is like about situations that could actually sort of harm you so I didn't want to make it too silly because i think often 'silly' characters are overlooked in terms of the depth they can have- YES THIS IS ABOUT LUFFY! HE CAN BE SERIOUS! I LOVE HIM!

Luffy

Surprisingly stressed about it. Like he thinks it's funny at first but as soon as you start doing more like genuinely dangerous stuff he's like nuh uh. Will wrap himself around you to keep you safe, and he tells you off very seriously like he wasnt doing the same thing or something more dangerous earlier.

Zoro

Just fixes the situation around you to be honest. Like if you're climbing something he just puts a harness on you and attaches it to himself and climbs with you. You are not getting injured under his watch but he will never tell you what to do with your own life. Unless it's something really badly dangerous and then he basically just sits on you because there's no way you're lifting him.

Sanji

Heart attack fr like he straight up faints, but as soon as he's back on his feet then he's immediately intervening. Listen he loves you and he would never treat you badly but what the fck are you doing. Straight up he just snatches you before forcing you to drink like 4 glasses of water.

Usopp

Also heart attack except he doesn't know what to do about it. Runs around crying until either someone else does something or you do something so dangerous that he acts without thinking. You'll probably end up immobilised with blankets and forced to sit next to him all night while he feeds you snacks.

Nami

Lowkey she's doing it with you. You're a nightmare duo for the crew and everytime you've gotten drunk together something horrendous has happened. Like you go out, just you two, and come back to the ship and one of you has a broken wrist or like you both get lost and the crew has to search for you when they're all hungover the next day. So you're not allowed to drink together anymore.

Robin

Scruffs you like a kitten but like for real she just picks you up and takes you away from the situation. She's scary about it too, she just appears from nowhere like "My my, what are you doing my love." Instantly sobering to hear. She monitors your drinking from afar to make sure you don't get to this point too often.

Franky

Sort of encourages you but also stops you from doing anything that could harm you? He's like WOO THAT'S MY BABY while he's carrying you away from the thing you were trying to do. Honestly he's way more responsible then expected, and he doesn't really get drunk as easily as other people so he's a good caretaker.

Brook

Laughs but also prevents any impact from the situation. So like if you accepted a drink from a rando then he swaps it with his own, or if you're balancing on something high then he makes sure he's there to catch you. He knows drunk people aren't very agreeable and hates controlling your actions.

Jinbei

He's lowkey slipping you water and juice instead of alcohol so you don't get to this point. He doesn't hold it against you though, his tolerance is huge and most people who attempt to keep up with him end up passed out. He fights your fomo by giving you mocktails, what a gem

[leftpoetrymoon]

Threads of love. (part 5)

Pairings: - Xavier x you (non-mc)

Genre: - Fluff, smut and more fluff!

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

You can't believe what is happening right now. Last night you were sleeping your room with Kiki or you should say Xavier. But now? you were no longer in your room and what's more surprising is you were not in your world! One side of you is happy because you were in his house but another side of you wondered if you even deserve this small happiness in your wrecked life.

Maybe you are still dreaming? looking at the mirror you slapped yourself hard in hope of waking. "Ouchh! it's definitely not a dream…. wait a min does that mean i can stay with Xavier right?! Oh my! this a dream come true…. Have my prayers been finally answered?"

Grinning to yourself you look at the mirror in front of you. You looked like shit. "I should take a bath but i don't want to… why am I so lazy?" Groaning to yourself you sit on the tub and turn on the water. "Wait… I'm taking a bath in Xavier's bathroom! Oh mo… I want to die in happiness..."

You looked around your surroundings drinking each and every detail. It was more spacious than your room. Glowing fairy lights and stars on the wall it reminded you of something that you can't grasp. If you are really inside the game- but wait. Can you even call this a game anymore? especially when you are inside it?

Okay back to topic. But if you are here then MC? If you remember the details of this game, it revolves around MC who don't remember her past lives with the male leads and the story goes on. But since you are here, she must be too right?

Oh, if only you knew my dear y/n….

"Y/n? are you done?" you snapped out of your thoughts when you heard Xavier's voice behind the door. "Just 10 minutes more Xavier!" You heart got melted when you heard him laugh silently, gosh his voice his so gentle… "Okay my starlight, but don't stay long or else you'll catch cold, and I put some clothes on the bed for you, wear it alright? I'll be in the hall."

Wait a minute did he just call you, his starlight?!

After 10 minutes of your own concert at the bathroom you wrapped a towel around yourself and exited the bathroom. You flopped on the bed and looked at the ceiling. For once you felt so much peace. Peace from your daily life. You grabbed the hoodie and brought it to your nose. It had a bit of vanilla fragrance and sandalwood.

"Gosh... am i being a creep right now? y/n behave yourself!" But hey no one blames you y/n. You put the hoodie over your head and looked at the mirror. It covered you until it stopped below your thighs. If you're being honest you look like a dwarf. "Sheesh... I'm so short for someone who's 20!"

You opened the bedroom door and got blocked by a large frame. You look up and saw a flushed face, Xavier. He didn't look at you and he looked like he was in a trance. "Xavier! are you ok?! you look so red- don't tell me you got fever?!" You shook his arm in order to gain his attention and that worked perfectly.

Xavier looked down at you with wide eyes and shake his head. "No no… I'm fine starlight, you go and watch tv I'll come back after using the restroom then we'll talk alright?" He didn't wait for your answer and rushed into the bedroom and locked it.

"Is he lying? whatever I need to look at my phone." Without a second thought you go to the hall and plopped yourself on the couch and started to scroll on your phone completely unaware of what's happening inside the restroom.

Xavier can't believe his body's reaction after seeing you wearing his hoodie- I mean he didn't mean to peak to see you changing clothes- his clothes. Especially when you bent down to wear his boxers. "What am i thinking she don't remember anything yet, but fuck-" Xavier body felt like it was in heat. Maybe it's because he saw your naked body after a long time that's why he wants to worship you properly.

Xavier quickly pulled down his pants and freed his throbbing cock. The tip was red and leaking with pre-cum. This much reaction just for seeing your body? Xavier wasted no time and started to stroke himself without making noise, but he was failing miserably. That plush ass of yours that he likes to run his fingers and those lips that felt like heaven around his cock… "Fucking hell- She don't even know what I am doing right now…"

He started to stroke himself faster and let out small gasps. Sweat fell down from his forehead, but his mind was full of dirty thoughts. He remembers how you like to tease him back at Philos. Most people think he's the one who's a fox in sheep clothing, but they didn't know that you're the one who always tease this fox endlessly.

After another exploration Xavier saw you at the crowd waving at him while showing that beautiful smile of yours. He wasted no time and came to you and twirled you around. "Xavier! you came back, I missed you so much darling… I can't even sleep peacefully because you were not there…" You held his cheeks and squished it gently and pouted. Xavier laughed at your words because his starlight missed him as much, he did.

He held the back of your neck and nuzzled on your stomach while still holding you up. He suddenly threw you over his shoulders and teleported you to his chamber. He threw you on the bed and opened your legs. "You sly fox, you did this on purpose." You looked up at him innocently and batted your eyelashes. "What are you talking about Xav- ngh! s-slow down!"

Before you even finish, he inserted two fingers at your dripping core. "You're not wearing panties… were you that desperate for me starlight?" But you were too fucked out to say anything. Xavier prepped kisses on your neck while his fingers show no mercy on your dripping core. "You know starlight every time I fill this greedy pussy which is tight every time- but fuck! because of your endless teasing you make me want me to bend you and fuck you no matter where we are…"

Hearing him talking like that made your pussy clench around his fingers. You grabbed his other hand which was holding your neck and put his fingers in your mouth and swirled your tongue on it. Xavier hissed at the sight. "You really became a slut for me my starlight.. fuck, look at you… I bet you were touching yourself when I I was at the exploration right?" He started to move his fingers so deep his mind was full of wrecking you in different ways until you can't even move a muscle.

You on the other side was truly a sight to see. Your hand was gripping at his arm which was holding your neck, drool from your mouth was wetting your chest... your eyes were unfocused, too much pleasure was going through your body which was made you unable to answer his question. "X-Xavier! I missed you s-so much! Don't leave me-e alone again!" You started to cry from the pleasure and him.

Xavier eyes become gentle because of your sudden confession. He knew how much you missed him, because you always cling on him like he'll vanish. And he's the only person you trust. He captured your mouth with his lips gently despite the harsh treatment his fingers were giving you. He slowly moved his lips against yours and caressed your cheeks.

He pulled away and looked at your eyes, the eyes that made you fell deep for him every time. "Xavier- move faster…" Fuck. Do you even the realize the words coming from your lips? Xavier eyes turn feral and gave a gentle squeeze on your throat. "The things you make me do… you really became a brat y/n, look at you you're moving your hips faster on my fingers. I really made your body to be so responsful to me."

He lay flat on his stomach and started to kiss your inner thighs while looking at you. He sucked every spot despite where you need him the most. Tears of frustration wells up in your eyes and you looked down at him with a pout. "Xavier! Why are you like this?" He chuckled at your word and finally cave in.

His mouth latched on your clit and started to eat you out like you were his last meal. The little gasps and soft moans came from your mouth sent pleasure straight to his cock. "Fuck, Xavier! d-don't stop-p-ah!…. fuck, fuck, fuck!" He licked a long stripe up to your clit and inserted his tongue with brutal force that made your mind fog with pleasure. He swirled his tongue into your clit and grazed his teeth slightly.

He threw your legs over his shoulders and completely buried his face into your clit. He grabbed your boobs with both of his hands and pinched your nipples. Your eyes were blurry with the tears that he was giving you, drool were coming out of your mouth from the overstimulation you were receiving from him. Your hands gripped his tightly to gain some sense, but fuck. The minute he felt his hair being held tightly by your hands his eyes rolled back and let out a loud moan.

His hands gripped your thighs and buried his face so deep and ate you out with so much intensity. "Ngh! X-Xavier, I'm going t-to cum! -" Before you finished your sentence your juices exploded into his mouth, and he didn't waste drop. Xavier crawled to you and held your cheeks, and that's when you realized- "Mind squirting again? this time here…" He held your hand and placed it on his chest and slowly until you reach his bulge. "Be a good girl and let me take care of you…"

Oh, how he wishes to see you trembling underneath him again... His hand started to move up and down fast wishing it was your pussy. "Fuckk! y/n… y-you feel too good..." He threw his head back and started to stroke faster. His gaze went to the bathroom and thinking of using your clothes and he wasted no time on it.

He opened the bathroom door and saw your dirty clothes on the box, he grabbed your panties and sat on the bed again. He brings your pantie to his nose and smelled on it and groaned softly. His hands started to move so fast, and he can feel himself getting close. He moaned into your panties and came on his hands and still kept his nose there.

"FUCK."

"Oh Xavier! you finally came!" You looked up at him and saw him emerging from the room with a flushed face. You excitedly patted the sofa, and he sat beside you. Now only you noticed how big he is, his large hands and legs…. 'Why am i so dirty minded?!' Clearing your throat, you took a deep breath and looked up at him. "How Xavier? How did you find me and how did I end up here?

Xavier doesn't seem to know where to start. Should he start from the scratch? But will you forgive him for ignoring you? for breaking your heart? for being blind? for making you vanish from this world with a broken heart? will you still love him when you found out that you deliberately cut the thread to forget him? He looked at your hand and saw the red thread shining brightly.

"Xavier?" He looked down at you and gently held your hands. "I'm scared that if you get to know the truth, you'll try to leave me again…. I can't bear that starlight, I tried so to have you in my arms again…." The vulnerability in his voice made your heart clench tightly, you can feel the amount of sadness coming from his voice. You squeezed his hands and placed it on both of your cheeks and nuzzled in it.

Xavier's heart started to flutter by your actions, he knew how touchy you were with him no matter where you are. You looked at him and touched his cheek. "Alright, you don't have to tell me now. You can tell me later, when you feel like. But just so you know no matter what I did in the past was in for your happiness. This time I won't leave again…."

How can you say like this when you don't remember the memories you had with him? Xavier pulled you into his lap and hugged you tightly. You buried your face into his chest and caressed his hair. You can feel him slowly getting relax by your touch. "I promise this time, no matter what happens I won't forget you again. I'll give you all the happiness until the end of time... This is my promise to you…"

"Xavier! can you buy that chocolate cake too?!" Both of you were at the supermarket and buying groceries because his fridge was basically empty. The sun was slowly setting but people were busy on the streets of Linkon, who would have knew that you end up here? "Alright darling... we'll buy that too."

Xavier can't help but keep looking at your hands that was holding his tightly. It took him so long to find you after seeing you in his phone. He spent so many sleepless nights to go to your world, hell he even took a holiday vacation to search you. Xavier still didn't tell you that he can turn into a cat. When he entered your world as a cat or you should say Kiki, since he was an outsider, he gained this ability.

Maybe he should turn into a cat again, because when you were taking a bath, he would be preached on the sink, and at night? It was his favorite time because his head would be always between your chest. Xavier snapped out of his thoughts when you tug on his sleeve to gain his attention. "Xavier, look it's the arcade!"

Before even he answers question, you were already dragging him inside the arcade. "It's not a dream... she's really here…." You looked at the claw machine Infront of you and looked at Xavier. It was a bun bun plushy which was your favorite. You know Xavier's skills at claw machine, moreover you really want to try the real thing with your own hands. "I'll get it for you-", "No. I want to try it. Just sit back and watch my skills, ok?"

"Alright…."

Not even five minutes had passed, you won five plushies in a blink of an eye. All the people in the arcade were looking at you, watching how easily you won the plushies. You noticed this and smirked. 'Yes, yes, look at me all you want, I've literally spent all of my time in the arcade.' Even the owner was shocked by your skills. You can hear his thoughts very clearly. Xavier was the cheerleader. All the kids surrounding you two was looking at you with awe.

"Look Xavier! I got all of the plushies!" You jumped on him and hugged him tightly. Xavier quickly cached you and twirled you around. "You did so good my starlight..." The small things you do every day only made him fell for you more.

"Today was sooo fun Xavier! Let's go to the arcade again when you have time!" You looked at Xavier who was sitting at the balcony beside you. "Sure starlight. Anytime I'll always be available." You giggled at his words and looked at the sky, the sky was full stars. "It feels like a dream Xavier, one minute I was at my home all alone and the next minute I'm here with you… I really don't want this dream to end..."

He looked at you and held your cheeks and caressed it softly. "I can assure you it's not a dream... you don't know how many nights I've dreamed of holding you I promise I'll tell you everything at the right time…"

"That I'm your soulmate?"

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[orange-sora]

So, I recently made this post:

And @astrinde left this comment on it which made me realise that I did a very poor job of expressing myself. Sorry about that. (This is exactly why I shouldn't post while half asleep.)

Thank you for leaving this comment <3 (It made me think about exactly what I wanted to convey through that post.)

I can understand why people would find the word "mistake" to be the hurtful aspect of Xichen's speech and I wasn't thorough (lol) in my previous post so I am doing it now. I need to clarify some things so I am putting them here.

I am not particularly focused on the semantics here or on Xichen being "anti-wangxian". It doesn't matter to me how supportive canon characters are of a ship. I am also not hating on Xichen for the way he reacted. He was valid for being angry. In his pov, his lil bro suffered a lot and WWX is playing with him. He was missing A LOT of context.

Whether he was calling WWX "Wangji's transgression or mistake", the truth is LWJ acted the way he did on his own. While WWX received societal condemnation for his fuck ups, LWJ himself didn't think WWX deserved it or that the way he acted or intended to act was "wrong". LWJ wanted to protect WWX as he believed WWX to be righteous. In fact, I think he struggled a lot to come to terms with the disparity between WWX’s righteousness and his own sect's beliefs and rules of righteousness. But in the end, the decision to support WWX was HIS OWN.

Putting LWJ on a pedestal that aligns with society's and sect’s values is what caused him misery.

He was punished for discerning something to be right that everyone else has already agreed is wrong. By calling WWX "Wangji's only transgression or mistake", Xichen is being disrespectful to both WWX and LWJ because he's disregarding Wangji's free will and right to judge what's right/wrong for himself and putting the responsibility of Wangji's suffering on WWX’s shoulders (while being ignorant of why WWX did the things he did).

However, none of that was WWX's responsibility. If you support someone and people cancel you for it, is that someone to blame when you made the free choice of supporting them?

WWX actively tried to keep himself isolated to protect others from his decisions and his approach towards justice. That was a significant aspect of his life as the yilling laozu. Because he KNEW he was controversial. The thing that I was referring to in that post is from WWX’s perspective, it's a totally understandable yet horrible accusation to receive. Because WWX worked hard in canon to avoid that. Because WWX knew that anyone who supports him WILL suffer. Because WWX knew loving him is a punishment that no one deserves especially LWJ.

He just wasn't aware that LWJ would and had supported him because he has also placed LWJ on the same pedestal as everyone. He never imagined LWJ to make a choice that goes against the rules that he has followed throughout his life. That was probably the cause of all miscommunication between them.

Even if this isn't Xichen's personal judgement, he's borrowing the judgement of the society to blame WWX for something that in essence wasn't his fault. He is doing what everyone else is doing by acting on a mob mentality. Because WWX is a very convenient punching bag as he DID make mistakes publicly and he's aware of them.

In fact, anyone with any sense in canon is aware that WWX is an easy target. Meng Yao, Jiang Cheng, Wei Ying, Lan Zhan, Nie Huaisang, etc. Everyone knew WWX would be villainised even for the wrongs he never committed. That was a pretty significant theme in Mo Dao: you can't save people from other’s judgements. Once you've been decided as the villain, that's all everyone would see.

Another significant theme in MDZS was how you can't save people from their own choices and you have to live with seeing your loved ones suffer due to those choices. So Xichen suffered because he couldn't save Wangji. Jiang Cheng suffered because he couldn't save Wei Wuxian. Wei Wuxian suffered because he couldn't save Wen Ning and Wen Qing (or anyone really), Lan Zhan suffered because he couldn't save Wei Ying and on and on…

But everyone needs someone to blame for all the suffering. And that was Wei Wuxian, in most cases.

The main thing is both Xichen and Wei Ying had not wanted Wangji to suffer and both had to live with the fact that he did. But it was purely Wangji's choice to accept that pain.

Lan Xichen is wrong for saying that WWX was Wangji's transgression/mistake because in saying so he's supporting the idea that LWJ should've quietly followed the crowd and saved himself from the public backlash. It comes from a place of care for his brother, but it's still wrong.

Lan Elders made the choice of punishing him. Lan Wangji accepted that punishment because he went against the rules of the sect, not because he was wrong for supporting/ loving Wei Ying.

Wangji was aware of the repercussions of supporting WWX and still chose to do it because it aligned with his personal sense of morality. And also because he loved Wei Ying. And he loved Wei Ying because despite his mistakes, Wei Ying was morally right. And hence, worth the pain to Lan Zhan.

[honeipie]

chapter 1 ⠂⠄⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂ ⠂⠄⠄⠂☆

saturday 8:32pm

the warm yellow glow of the chandeliers hanging from the ceiling covered everyone on the floor. katsuki couldn't even remember the last ten conversations he's had. it was all mindless nodding and "yeahs" at every single corner of this dumbass hero gala. truthfully, the only reason he was here was because he snaked himself out of the last one his team had set up. a humorous puff of air left his nostrils at the thought causing the person he was supposedly having a conversation with to stop. finally.

"i'm sorry dynamite. did you say something?"

katsuki only shook his head lifting up his second cup of whiskey "nope" they rubbed their hands together with a slow nod.

"dynamite! funny seeing you here!" eijiro came up from behind him with a harsh slap to his back then resting that arm around his shoulder. he gave the other person his signature toothy grin while pointing towards katsuki "you mind if i steal the grump for a bit? there's something i forgot to let him know. boring hero stuff you wouldn't be very interested" with a strained smile they nodded taking a step back.

"of course i don't mind. dynamite just come find me later so we can continue our conversation" katsuki raised his eyebrows slightly giving the tiniest nod. he waited until they had walked at least a foot away before shrugging off eijiro's arm. "you're lucky you saved my ass from that boring conversation or else i would've threw you across the room"

"awe c'mon! i know all those empty threats are just covering all the love in your heart for me" eijiro blew him a kiss which resulted in an immediate roll of his eyes.

"whatever. where's pinky? usually attached to your damned hip"

the two had been inseparable since their wedding. which was four fucking years ago. katsuki didn't understand how you could be married to someone for almost five years and still not have the honeymoon phase seem to wear off yet. he would've needed a vacation for himself after the damn honeymoon. seeing the two constantly up each other's asses made him feel an odd twisting in his stomach. when he couldn't take it any longer, he would ask how?

"i don't know how to explain it man. when you meet someone that you want to spend the rest of your life with it just doesn't seem like a chore. you wanna be around them most of the time. i think it's different for us cause we like being under each other's skin. love looks differently for everyone. you'll find your groove when you get married"

it was such a simple explanation, yet katsuki still couldn't grasp the concept. the whole thing eventually pissed him off and he stopped asking. 

"she's coming in with the rest of the girls. i tried to come with her but she said that she wanted to go with them. something about getting ramen? she's been real into the spicy stuff lately"

"she knows that they're serving hundred-dollar steaks here, right?"

eijiro shrugged checking his phone "that's what pregnancy cravings'll do to ya" 

"speaking of that little brat. have you guys chosen a name for it yet? pinky was yappin' my ear off last week about it"

"you talkin' shit?" 

katsuki rolled his eyes knowing that voice anywhere. he tilted his head back throwing down the rest of his drink "not shit if it's the damned truth-" he turned to face mina and he has never regretted anything more. 

there you stood. behind her, a little to the left quietly holding onto your bag. your eyes trained anywhere but in his direction. almost like you were actively trying to avoid his gaze, which you were. mina's eyebrow raised as she took her place next to eijiro, a single hand on her round stomach "from your stupid face i can tell that you recognize her, but i'll do an introduction anyway. this is y/n l/n, my personal assistant, and absolute best friend" 

with no other choice you shift your head facing him putting on the best faux smile of your damn life "it's nice to see you again dynamite"

"just call me bakugo. that's what you used to call me isn't it?"

"right" 

well this was fucking awkward. 

".. well i'm hungry. babe, will you come to the snack table with me?" 

both you and kastuki whipped your head towards eijiro in a silent plea. though he didn't get any more aware of his social surroundings since high school. "course babe. we'll be back!" he gave katsuki one more pat on his shoulder before heading off to the far end of the room. 

a sigh shakes through your body as you used one hand to rub your arm. it wasn't like you resented the blond. it was just strange to be face to face after all this time. not to mention how you left things before. old feelings weighing down on the line of tension like clothes straight out of the wash. 

"how.. have you been?" his voice sounding a tone deeper than it did seven years ago. damn, has it really been that long?

you nodded your head halfheartedly "it's been fine. just finishing up all the work i have to do before mina goes on maternity leave for a while" 

katsuki threw back the small nod like it was a dumb game of catch. his neck was going to hurt after tonight. "i guess you're next huh? eijiro showed me that you got married couple days after they did. i never really got to say congratulations to the happy couple"

for the first time since you walked up to him, he saw the smallest smile spread across your lips. "yeah, well that's kind of crashed and burned. we got divorced two years ago" you tried to be quick, but of course katsuki was faster. he noticed the way you tried to hide your now bare fingers in the pockets of your dress. 

"damn, sorry to hear that"

"don't be. we wouldn't have done it if it wasn't for the best"

another pause filled in with the other conversations dancing around the silence. 

"i'm sorry i'm acting so weird. it's not like i have anything against you. i mean that was our last year of high school and we all needed to focus on our futures, especially you. i mean number five hero for three years straight out of UA? you're amazing" 

the sudden praise had katsuki's throat burning, but he blamed it on the alcohol settling into his system. "thanks" you gave him another smile, slightly less fake than the last one. 

"i should leave though. i don't think mina is coming back and it seems like people are just stalling with others waiting for me to leave. it was nice seeing you dy- bakugo" you turned, leaving him feeling open, exposed. the conversation wasn't much, but still enough. 

saturday 10:58pm

"don't act like you weren't being a total stud earlier! getting back with your old girl i see. good for you man!" denki went to give katsuki a sharp smack on the back, but his hero instincts kicked in faster. he stepped to the side letting the gravity from the swing take a halfway drunk denki halfway to the floor. lucky for him, sero was there to grab onto his shirt before he completely ate shit. 

"they were never together remember? a certain someone wasn't ready for a relationship back then" sero was smart enough to back up a few paces because of his snarky remark. katsuki didn't budge though. he continued to look into the bottom of the beer bottle that they gotten out of kirishima's trunk. 

"stop teasing him guys. he had a reason to decline her. that stuff is all in the past now. she doesn't even talk about him anymore, does she babe?" kirishima turned to mina who was taking small sips of her peach tea. 

"y/n? well she doesn't avoid the topic, but she's not esthetic when he comes up either. she keeps telling me that she wants to leave everything in the past and that it was just some stupid high school hormonal crush" 

katsuki tsked, rolling his eyes at the continued (and at this point drawn out) talk about his love life "can we stop talking about me? shits annoying. we're both adults and we're over it"

denki and sero side eyed each other but didn't let it last for too long. 

"okay fine. on another note, i'm about to pop this baby out like a chicken on her period-"

"bro you're so fucking weird"

"why did you have to say it like that?"

mina groaned loudly blocking them out until they stopped "can i finish talking now? thank you. like i said i'm about to give birth and take a long break from hero work. i'm thinking maybe a year off just so i can really spend time with the baby" her eyes lifted up to katsuki for a split second before going back to the rest of them "that also means i'm going to have to let some people from my team go since i won't need them to do anything. i feel so bad for just letting them go like this, but i don't know what else to do"

"well who do you need to let go. maybe some of us can take them off of your hands for a year" eijiro suggested making the other two male's nod. 

"well i have to get rid of my social media girl, kaori. then i also have maiya, she does most of my hero reports. and then there's y/n"

sero went to grab denki's hand to stop him from taking yet another bottle of beer from eijiro's cooler "i can take maiya. i am so sick of doing those reports by myself"

eijiro nodded in agreement "kaori can come join my social media team! it'll be good because she already knows me so it should be an easy transition"

after that there was an awkward pause. 

“oh come on! nobody needs a new assistant?” mina looked around but almost all of the guys shook their heads.

“sorry! my guy is like my best friend. he comes to the bar with me every so often”

“yeah sorry babe. kiki is the only person who can find those rare protein powders that i like”

“me either. the girl i have is really, really good at— at keeping my stocks in check” sero nodded quickly making mina roll her eyes.

“okay fine. guess i’ll text the class group-chat and see if anyone can take her off my hands”

eijiro looked over at katsuki giving him a chance to speak up, but all he did was bore a deeper hole into the bottle with his gaze. with a huff he finally spoke up. “cmon bakugo! don’t you have an opening for an assistant anyway? you fired your last one remember?”

katsuki gave a soft shrug “i mean yeah but i think we found someone to fill the spot already. wouldn’t want to shoot them down this damn late” it was a lie. it was all a lie and katsuki don’t even know why he said it. because if there was one thing his friend was good at, it was seeing through his bullshit.

“well let me make this easier for you. y/n knows how to deal with you and how you handle things. she’s not one to back down easy and you know that” eijiro took the bottle from katsuki’s hand forcing him to look up “you said you were being adults about the situation so be an adult. i mean what you’re just going to leave the woman jobless because of something that happened in high school? cmon man don’t be like that”

katsuki held up both hands in surrender “fine. she can work with me. are all of you happy? mina you can send her over to my office tomorrow afternoon for an interview”

denki’s face scrunched up in confusion “interview? i thought you said she got the job”

for the first time in hours katsuki’s lips curled into an amused smirk “she doesn’t know that”

[basedonconjecture]

Your OC in a Modern AU

I was tagged by @casa-dei-corvei & @maagisterpavus🫶 and will gently~ pass this one on to @mythals-whore, @gingervitus, @introvertedfangrl, @biowaredisasterbisexual, @hightowerqueen, @thesecollidinghearts, @rookinthecrownest, @dialmformud, @beachhotdog, @skullypettibone & @thesummerstorms

Selora Arevas de Riva personal assistant / game surveillance / falcon

Oops, I turned the Crows into a crime syndicate in my modern mafia/courtroom au. There's not really Talons/Houses so much as different "families" who operate relatively independent of each other but the heads of each negotiate with each other over territory and the like. As newer operations, both Viago and Teia fall under Caterina who takes a cut of their profits in exchange, so they both answer to her. Teia owns and operates multiple casinos and resorts that cater to the wealthy, with a strict Don't Ask, Don't Tell policy when it comes to most things not entirely legal as long as they're willing to pay; Viago facilitates the acquisition and sale of valuable art and antiques and holds a considerable share in the Diamond, specifically, through which he washes the profits from the sales of the illegal variety. Selora works for both of them and everyone thinks she's related to Viago since she uses his name (exactly how, they've never confirmed) and that is the necessary context :)

Personal Assistant ⟡ Officially, Sel is on the payroll as Viago's "personal assistant"— which often means people think she's ordering his coffee and picking up his dry cleaning. Which...is kinda true, because she does run errands for him, but those kinds of chores usually get shuffled off onto Jacobus or whoever else she can charm into doing them. Most of the time, what it really means is that she's sorting his mail, fielding inquiries, and doing all the necessary pre-work on an acquisition. She also helps him keep up with the books: both the "legitimate" one they officially send to his accountant and the one with the real numbers in it. The "personal assistant" title is a means of giving her a possible way out if they're ever caught.

Game Surveillance ⟡ Mostly this just means she spends several nights a week sitting in a room at the Diamond watching the cameras set on the tables and coordinating with the pit bosses if she sees any funny business. She's barred from ever actually playing there herself (smart of them) but she does keep the casino from getting cheated. She doesn't get paid for doing this, officially, but her work goes toward paying off a debt she owes Teia. (Teia does not actually hold this debt over her head, but Sel hates owing favors, and Teia did a lot for her once when she didn't have to. They have never discussed the actual number itself but Sel's rent is never behind—even if Teia would love to get her into a better apartment than where she currently lives.) It's an arrangement that will end only when one of them says it does.

Falcon ⟡ Simply put: she gathers info. On clients, on jobs, on pretty much anything Viago and Teia ask her to. Sometimes this means sitting in a dive or a coffee shop or a restaurant just listening and watching. Sometimes it means deep dives down rabbit holes on the internet. Occasionally, she's also a lookout. Her job here is to spot anything that could become a problem before it actually becomes a problem—or at least with enough time her bosses can do something about it. When they realized the Forfex job was used to set Lucanis up, either to take down the Dellamortes or the Crows as a whole, she was instructed to find out as much as she could about the case and everyone involved—and hand over anything that could potentially be used against them. Which is how she ends up knowing so much about him before she ever meets him. Y'know, classic cyberstalking pre car chase meet cute. Everyone knows that trope. *is shot from the balcony*

[yurrrsssss-ghoul]

whats ur ideal characterization of the al ghuls ?

This might come across as more or less a biased perspective, but I'll try to put them into sections (littler parts so it'll be more digestible) and back up with actual evidence with canon materials as to avoid being completely fanon-y.

First, I'd like to admit my flaws that sometimes I do tend to fall to certain tropes. I'm a complete sucker for mother-ly/childish/fun Talia who has her own things going on (the run where she was the CEO of LexCorp? Love it), I like to see more of Ra's being some sort of radical environmentalist and I do appreciate it when Damian acts more or less like a kid with love for art and theater.

However, I also understand that I can't have everything, and that their lifestyle also dictates their characteristics, so I'll try my best to keep both things balanced.

First, let's get a few things out of the way. The al-Ghuls are strict, they're disciplined and certainly smart and strong. Whatever I'm saying next does not negate any of these things; they certainly do commit wrong-doings here and there, though I feel like when discussing about the 'correct' characterization of the al-Ghuls, I think it all falls down under a single issue.

I'd like to see them more emotional.

Contrary to popular beliefs, the al-Ghuls aren't 'unfeeling monsters'. In fact, I believe that the primary factor that drives them towards their goal is the fact that they're emotional beings, ruled by their love if not passion, among other things.

Ra's love for the environment drives him to raise an eco-terrorist organization, Talia's love for the men in her life ultimately leads her to her demise, not to mention how she conducted an international hunt for her mother's killer outside of Ra's knowledge, Damian's love for his parents destroyed him altogether.

One way or another, all of them were (I supposed, martyred) for their love of someone else, or something else. Doomed.

The best I could describe this is by using the 'White guy philosophy'. Like how, if you can't imagine Batman comforting children, then you didn't imagine Batman. You just imagine some guy in a bat costume beating up criminals.

Similarly, if you can't imagine Ra's crying over animals that died or mourning his family, or Talia saving women or children and comforting them and loving her family, or Damian willing to sacrifice himself for his family— then you didn't imagine the al-Ghuls. You, in fact, are seeing them through the rose-tinted glass of stereotypical vision.

Consequently, anything that implies them pursuing a relationship because of genetics, blood, power, or whatever is inherently revolting.

A part of me died whenever people emphasized how they (the al'Ghuls) only reproduce to acquire the 'perfect heir,' when nothing could be further from the truth. Ra's genuinely loves his wives, and he didn't press it when Talia (his favorite daughter, by the way, and by his definition, perfect) refused to lead the LoA. Talia genuinely loves Bruce and wanted to have a family with him, but alas gave it up when she saw how he was endangering himself for her.

Thankfully, Damian is 14. And I haven't seen such claims made about him.

It all ties back to the al-Ghuls being 'unemotional', that everything has some sort of ulterior motives for them. That the notion of them conceiving or starting a family doesn't have anything to do aside from some grand plot of bringing down humanity.

It also fuels a lot of other issues, a can of worms I'm opening for another day.

Ra's wouldn't seek out someone to produce the perfect heir, he wouldn't condone animal cruelty or even unjust terrorism. Talia isn't some seductress that lures men to feast on them or whatever, and she certainly wouldn't sit alright if she witnessed a form of violence. Damian isn't some stupid, spoiled brat that scream out, "I'm the blood son" every other second.

Make them romantic people. Make them kind. But also make them fight to be kind, make their kindness be the end of them. That their virtues are also the sins that condemned them to hell. They are demons on Earth because they are angels that were exiled from heaven.

Also, like, separate them from what they do? Let Ra's sometimes just take a walk at his many gardens and care for animals, let Talia travel the world and allow her to go on her own adventures and let Damian act however he wants to be.

I'm ending this now because I really don't want it to go far beyond what was expected, but here are some things I'd love to be more incorporated into their writings.